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I do not know it any other way. He grunted in acknowledgement - what had become the verbal equivalent of a nod, between them. Something he had not considered; if he had never seen color, would he miss it? He didn’t think so. But he was still as much a mercenary as he was a monk, and the idea of only being able to identify a stranger by the weight of their footsteps or the sound of their voice made his neck prickle. Baffling, still, that Chirrut was so tranquil, so open and welcoming - trusting so wholly in the Force to guide his hand. Baffling, and perhaps humbling. Such faith was to be admired.
The request caught him off guard, thinking the topic done, and he looked at Chirrut’s outstretched hand, failing to comprehend. He stepped into his companion’s reach instinctively, as he always did when the man reached for him, to give him access to what he needed, be it guidance, support, or otherwise.
“I do not understand.” But he evidently trusted Chirrut to proceed regardless.
