Chirrut's words pierce Baze through and through. He draws a loud, shuddering breath, and dissolves into tears. Fat, salty droplets spill over his cheeks, rolling off his chin to spatter on the floor.

He carefully plucks the tray from Chirrut's hands, and sets it on the tear-drizzled floor. Then Baze folds his friend into a tight embrace, cupping the back of his head.

Chirrut said that he forgave Baze, but he still worries. He has no words that can smooth this out, nothing he can say to ease his friend's worry. Baze has so many regrets, but how he's treated Chirrut over the past day is at the top of the list.