“You pray,” the man said, and barked a laugh. He glanced at Cassian. “He’s praying for the door to open.”
“Pray I get a chance to work,” Cassian murmured, but both men seemed to ignore him.
Chirrut stopped his chant abruptly. “It bothers him,” he said, “because he knows it is possible.”
Chirrut’s partner laughed again. The sound was brief and ugly, but Chirrut only shrugged and told Cassian, “Baze Malbus was once the most devoted Guardian of us all.”
Baze Malbus. Cassian ran the name through his mental database and came up empty. “Now he’s just your guardian?” he asked.
Neither man took the bait.
—From the Rogue One: A Star Wars Story novelization by Alexander Freed