Alexander Freed

“Fear was like heat applied to steal: Applied correctly it might forge a blade; overused, it turned metal to slag.”

“I don’t need luck,” Chirrut said. “I have you.”

“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”

“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...", 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.”

“I’m not used to people sticking around when things go bad,” she said, by way of explanation.”

“He hadn't known her, didn't know her, of course. There wasn't the time.”