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1 " He hadn't known her, didn't know her, of course. There wasn't the time. "
― Alexander Freed , Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (Star Wars: Novelizations, #3.5)
2 " I don’t need luck,” Chirrut said. “I have you. "
3 " I’m not used to people sticking around when things go bad,” she said, by way of explanation. "
4 " Chirrut shrugged mildly. “The Force did protect me.” “I protected you,” his partner replied. "
5 " You give way to an enemy this evil with this much power and you condemn the galaxy to an eternity of submission. "
6 " He saw a figure in white robes near the bridge entrance and turned the tape over in his hand. He approached the woman and said, his tone respectful, "Your Highness. The transmission we received..."The woman looked toward him. He'd seen her face many times before, knew it well. She was young, seemed younger every day, even as her responsibilities grew and grew.He held out his hand. Childlike fingers took the tape."What is it they've sent us?" he asked.Prince Leia Organa looked at him as if he'd placed another burden on her shoulders - another responsibility to add to a count of thousands - and she was proud to bear it."Hope," she said.Raymus believed her. "
7 " There is more than one sort of prison, Captain," Chirrut said. "I sense that you carry yours wherever you go. "
8 " Stardust," Jyn said. "It's that one.""How do you know that?" Curiosity and urgency mixed in his voice, as if he wanted to say: Be sure. Jyn was sure. "I know because it's me. "
9 " Hope?" She eyed Cassian dubiously. "Is that the best the Rebel Intelligence can do?" Cassian might as well have shrugged. "Rebellions are built on hope," he said "
10 " Does he look like a killer?"She was watching Cassian and Bodhi descend into the mud when she heard Chirrut's voice. She turned to look and saw he was speaking to Baze."No," Baze said, after a moment of thought. "He has the face of a friend.""Who are you talking about?" she asked.Baze eyed her appraisingly. "Captain Andor," he said, flat.She should have been irritated by the curt explanation. Instead she could only muster vague confusion. "Why do you ask that?" she said, looking to Chirrut now. "What do you mean, Does he look like a killer?""The Force moves darkly near a creature that's about to kill," Chirrut answered. "
11 " The Force is with me,” he repeated. “And I am with the Force.” Did he believe the words? Did it matter? Had it ever mattered? "
12 " What chance do we have'? The question is 'what choice'. "
13 " The office on the other end of the comm was squawking at him. Bodhi ignored it."Rogue One," he declared, "pulling away! "
14 " What do you know? We don't all have the luxury of deciding when and where we want to care about something. Suddenly the Rebellion is real for you? Now that you've got a stake in it, and - and - now that you don't have another life to go back to? Some of us live this Rebellion. I've been in this fight since I was six years old. You're not the only one who lost everything. Some of us just decided to do something about it. "
15 " Jyn had been at the Empire’s mercy before. Sometimes she’d even deserved her troubles—she couldn’t blame some petty dictator for ordering her dragged off the street and slammed into holding when she really, truly was planning to blow up his ship and steal his guns. She’d had rifles pointed at her, felt stun prods deliver jolts to her spine, and generally suffered the worst a stormtrooper was authorized to deal out. What "
16 " She'd done better than most; it would take the Empire a whole battle station to end her. "
17 " Was this hope? Facing fear after fear, for oneself and for friends and for the galaxy, all out of some desperate need to accomplish the impossible? "
18 " The Empire doesn’t care if you surrender. The Empire doesn’t care if you’re hopeless. I’ve given up before, and it doesn’t help. It doesn’t stop. "
19 " Jyn shrugged, unable to feign a senator’s diction any longer. “Rebellions are built on hope.” “There "
20 " He was not the Empire - not every moment of oppression and indignity and torment she had ever suffered. He was an Imperial, a petty, spiteful, scared little man who'd forgotten his own atrocities. "