He saw a figure in white robes near the bridge entrance and turned the tape over in his hand. He approached the woman and said, his tone respectful, "Your Highness. The transmission we received...", seemed younger every day, even as her responsibilities grew and grew.He held out his hand. Childlike fingers took the tape."What is it they've sent us?" he asked.Prince Leia Organa looked at him as if he'd placed another burden on her shoulders - another responsibility to add to a count of thousands - and she was proud to bear it."Hope," she said.Raymus believed her.

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

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

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

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

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

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.