[ Bodhi nods, takes a deep breath. His hesitation here is less to do with the Imperialness, but reliving the event. Even now, more than a year later he still dreams of watching his home obliterated and not being able to stop it. A feeling of helplessness unmatched even to Saw Gerrera's torture.
He reaches out and touches Akobi's wrist, concentrating on the moment.
Maybe, Bodhi thought, just maybe his torment was over.
He recognized some of the faces running with him. There were whole crowds behind Baze and Chirrut, clattering through the stone hallways with riffles and duffels slung over their shoulders. Among them were Bodhi's captors, the men and women who'd bound him, blinded him, marched him at gunpoint across the desert when he'd begged simply to help them. They didn't look at him now, didn't seem to see him. He pushed his aching legs and cold lungs harder to pace.
"They'll kill us," he whispered to Baze. "You don't know these people."
Baze laughed so hard that Bodhi was terrified the rebels would look back. They kept running.
"Forgive my friend," Chirrut said. "You would think it's funny too, if you knew he wanted you dead, most of all."
Bodhi didn't think that was funny in the slightest. But a rescue was a rescue.
They ran out of the catacombs, up ancient steps worn smooth over centuries, and burst into the frigid dawn. Sunlight slashed through Bodhi's eyes with cuts of blue and green and silver. He couldn't recall when he'd last seen sunlight, though Bor Gullet would have known.
He staggered to a stop behind Baze and Chirrut standing on a broad mountain ledge overlooking a valley. The rebels were gone, scattered somewhere. In the valley there was nothing but dust, a billowing, blooming storm of sand, expanding outward in all directions.
"What do you see?" Chirrut asked Baze.
Bodhi blinked away the scars of light. When his eyes had adjusted, he realized the valley was now too dim. He raised his stiff neck and looked to the sky, and saw a shadow like a moon eclipsing the sun.
Realizations crashed together. Bodhi was on Jedha, had never left Jedha, and he was looking onto the valley where the Holy City had been. And above him, in the sky...
"No," he whispered. "No."
This was not a rescue. This was a trick of Bor Gullet. This was the reason he had left the Empire, abandoned his friends, trusted the words of Galen Erso, suffered torment and humiliation -- to stop the battle station, stop the planet killer from coming to life. What he saw was not real. It could not be.
"It wasn't supposed to happen yet," he whispered, though no one listened. He was too late. This was his fault. ]
» action - book version cause i cant find the clip anywhere
He reaches out and touches Akobi's wrist, concentrating on the moment.
Maybe, Bodhi thought, just maybe his torment was over.
He recognized some of the faces running with him. There were whole crowds behind Baze and Chirrut, clattering through the stone hallways with riffles and duffels slung over their shoulders. Among them were Bodhi's captors, the men and women who'd bound him, blinded him, marched him at gunpoint across the desert when he'd begged simply to help them. They didn't look at him now, didn't seem to see him. He pushed his aching legs and cold lungs harder to pace.
"They'll kill us," he whispered to Baze. "You don't know these people."
Baze laughed so hard that Bodhi was terrified the rebels would look back. They kept running.
"Forgive my friend," Chirrut said. "You would think it's funny too, if you knew he wanted you dead, most of all."
Bodhi didn't think that was funny in the slightest. But a rescue was a rescue.
They ran out of the catacombs, up ancient steps worn smooth over centuries, and burst into the frigid dawn. Sunlight slashed through Bodhi's eyes with cuts of blue and green and silver. He couldn't recall when he'd last seen sunlight, though Bor Gullet would have known.
He staggered to a stop behind Baze and Chirrut standing on a broad mountain ledge overlooking a valley. The rebels were gone, scattered somewhere. In the valley there was nothing but dust, a billowing, blooming storm of sand, expanding outward in all directions.
"What do you see?" Chirrut asked Baze.
Bodhi blinked away the scars of light. When his eyes had adjusted, he realized the valley was now too dim. He raised his stiff neck and looked to the sky, and saw a shadow like a moon eclipsing the sun.
Realizations crashed together. Bodhi was on Jedha, had never left Jedha, and he was looking onto the valley where the Holy City had been. And above him, in the sky...
"No," he whispered. "No."
This was not a rescue. This was a trick of Bor Gullet. This was the reason he had left the Empire, abandoned his friends, trusted the words of Galen Erso, suffered torment and humiliation -- to stop the battle station, stop the planet killer from coming to life. What he saw was not real. It could not be.
"It wasn't supposed to happen yet," he whispered, though no one listened. He was too late. This was his fault. ]