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

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

The Force is with me,” he repeated. “And I am with the Force.” Did he believe the words? Did it matter? Had it ever mattered?

Chirrut shrugged mildly. “The Force did protect me.” “I protected you,” his partner replied.

She dominated his thinking nonetheless. Cassian believed neither pity nor pragmatism explained it.

One did not need to believe in the Force to know right from wrong. Many who held no faith in the Force acted righteously, and he had known more than one sentient who had acted selfishly, even cruelly, and used belief to justify doing so.