i want to write an ode in iambic pentameter to chirrut’s expression here because it’s a very specific expression. it’s an expression illustrated on page one of the Handbook of Peak Marriage. i got flashbacks to how my grandparents used to argue after knowing eachother for 60 years. this is the ‘we’ve been having this discussion for decades and never officially settled who’s right and who’s wrong but we both know exactly who’s right and that’s me’ expression. the ‘i’m going to keep looking directly at you while talking about you in the third person to someone else who really wishes they were halfway across the galaxy right now’ face. amazing.
A particle bolt reverberated centimeters from Chirrut’s left ear as he urged the switch forward and felt it lock into place. He smiled softly and thought of Bodhi, the strange pilot who smelled of Jedha beneath his Imperial suit.
“They hunted in sync, Chirrut always prowling near the rebels and Baze always prowling near Chirrut. Baze did not limit his targets to those who might spot the blind man, but he kept Chirrut under observation nonetheless; where the Force would fail Chirrut, Baze would not.”