Chirrut and Baze (or at least Chirrut) were having a very nice discussion about which dried-and-reconstituted meal they should have once they taught Ibani how to start a fire.
That was then.
Now Chirrut has his lightbow unfolded and primed without pausing for thought or breath. The terror he feels (and the rest of his emotions with it) have been shoved into a box and buried. He can't afford to let his hands shake now.
Not when he can hear his daughter somewhere up near the monstrous beast.
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Date: 2017-06-25 04:11 am (UTC)That was then.
Now Chirrut has his lightbow unfolded and primed without pausing for thought or breath. The terror he feels (and the rest of his emotions with it) have been shoved into a box and buried. He can't afford to let his hands shake now.
Not when he can hear his daughter somewhere up near the monstrous beast.