Baze could kick him. It'd be easy--Chirrut is pinned, and wouldn't be able to retaliate. It's tempting.

But Baze Malbus does not kick a man when he's down.

"You should be," Baze grinds out. He opens his mouth to scream again, but stops at a gentle touch from Eiko on his arm. Her own are bruised and bleeding, and she has a black eye reddening, Baze notes, despairing.

"Baze," she says calmly, despite her eyes being a winter storm, "leave him be. His shame will temper him."

He swallows thickly and shifts his bulk to face away from Chirrut, trying not to move the larger man's broken collarbone. "Come to the infirmary, Eiko. You need bacta."

Eiko gives him a guilty look. Baze has no idea why. She glances to Chirrut. "So does he."

Baze sighs. He remembers beating Chirrut's nose into a pulp. "So does he."