Хохотал.
"Talk about stupid," Baze snorted, "My Chirrut seems to be under the impression that he's a tank, it's a miracle he didn't die before we met from the sheer level of reckless endangerment he's prone to. He'll dart into battle with nothing but the shirt on his back and faith in me, and I have to keep his ass out of the fire. And then he'll praise the Force for protecting him when it was actually me."
"The Force has its uses, I'll admit," Hera said, "But at what cost?"
"If he loves the Force so much, he should have married it instead." Baze grumbled. Hera nodded in agreement.
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Baze and Hera talk about the blind dumbass' they call husband.