OOM: All the colors of the rainbow

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It's a younger Baze and a even younger Chirrut that rest in the Temple of the Kyber today, with Baze reading aloud from a Jedi text. The air is freezing cold as they recline on woven mats, leading the two acolytes to shiver profusely.

Baze finishes the scroll he was reading and rolls it up, nudging Chirrut in the leg with a foot. "Hey, Chirrut," Baze says. "Are you even paying attention?"

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Baze listens, swallowing thickly. He takes his friend's hand. "I know, Chirrut," he says quietly. "I know."

He sighs, and flops back on his back, laying across Chirrut's legs. "It isn't fair. Judgment rarely is. But you know," Baze says, staring at the ceiling, "she can probably protect herself."

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"Probably." Chirrut agrees, musing.

After a silence broken only by the snores of one the older boys (a broken nose that is refusing to set well despite all attempts), Chirrut slowly smiles, despite how the edges catch against his bruise and tug.

"But she can learn how to do so better."

Chirrut Imwe may be plotting to get the new initiate a stick of her very own.