When Chirrut comes back to himself, he has no idea where he is. He could be on a speeder, one out of control, the world spinning miserably around him. He could be on the desert floor, the bitter taste of sand in his mouth, the grains rough against his face. He feels uncomfortably hot and icy cold all at once.
He wants to be home, with all of his heart.
He knows he cannot be far from home, he remembers crossing into that last square, and then... and then what? Unimportant. He has to get up. Awkwardly he tries to force his limbs back into obedience, managing to get his knees underneath him, but staying curled, close - moving makes the spinning worse. He doesn't have anything in his stomach to lose, but he's pretty sure the attempt of losing it anyway would not be pleasant.
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Date: 2017-10-09 05:54 am (UTC)He wants to be home, with all of his heart.
He knows he cannot be far from home, he remembers crossing into that last square, and then... and then what? Unimportant. He has to get up. Awkwardly he tries to force his limbs back into obedience, managing to get his knees underneath him, but staying curled, close - moving makes the spinning worse. He doesn't have anything in his stomach to lose, but he's pretty sure the attempt of losing it anyway would not be pleasant.