Baze lets loose his breath, unaware until now that he'd been holding it. Tears prick his eyes, but he doesn't release the hand he'd wrapped around Chirrut's shoulders to scrub at his treacherous eyes.
"Ibani," Baze breathes, his voice soft and tremulous.
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Date: 2017-11-13 02:53 am (UTC)"Ibani," Baze breathes, his voice soft and tremulous.
"They're beautiful."