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

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

“When our objectives become purely military, we've already lost the larger fight.”

“There is more than one sort of prison, Captain," Chirrut said. "I sense that you carry yours wherever you go.”

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

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

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

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

“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”