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Celebrate Rogue One ♡ Baze Malbus + Chirrut Imwe ♡ Day 6: Hope

     “Where are you going?” Baze growled.
     Chirrut paused but kept his back to Baze. “I’m going to follow Jyn. Her path is clear.”
     “Alone?” Baze asked. The word was volatile with meaning. “Good luck.”
     He was certain Chirrut understood his warning. But the blind man, once brother to Baze among the Guardians of the Whills and now the fool Baze was cursed to entertain, started forward again. “I don’t need luck,” Chirrut said. “I have you.”
     Baze watched Chirrut descend the ramp. He listened to the foot of the staff rap on metal. When the rapping ended and Chirrut stepped onto soft ground, Baze heaved himself to his feet. Without a glance at the cabin, he followed his brother into the storm of an alien world.