Chirrut flinches at the recitation of injuries. He didn't realize he'd been so brutal.
"I lost my focus, and my temper." He recites, to the floor - this has happened before, but usually it has been caught before he'd worked himself into that foul a mood.
"And what were you to do in such a time?" Her tone is implacable. Chirrut's is bleak.
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Date: 2017-04-25 06:51 am (UTC)"I lost my focus, and my temper." He recites, to the floor - this has happened before, but usually it has been caught before he'd worked himself into that foul a mood.
"And what were you to do in such a time?" Her tone is implacable. Chirrut's is bleak.
"Find you, Master Sheotar."