[Rogue One] A Blue Robin's Tale

Two crisp birdsong brought Baze back to reality.He found himself standing in front of the church, the light from the fire making his eyes sore and sore. "Chirrut\" He raised the walkie-talkie to his mouth one last time, but still only the quiet rustle of electricity answered him.He dropped his hand again, and the walkie-talkie fell on the gravel and cement.He finally woke up in the cold November wind.It does no good to lie to yourself.A piece of wood that should have been the door frame fell silently, smashing the scattered shards of stained glass even more.It was as if the flame had given it the right to deliver, and the church was thanking it in its own way.It is recalling its legendary and short life, and then it disassembles and reconstructs itself little by little, and disappears in the wind. Baze took a step, then a shaky second.That throbbing red demon has never been more alluring.He felt the scorching heat and dryness against his face, and he saw several charred corpses lying peacefully on the nave floor, and he heard someone's voice in the fire calling him.The gash on his right leg tore at the corner of his mouth, but eventually he managed a forced smile.The robin's song faded away.Content tags: Anglo-American derivative ┃ Search keywords: Protagonist: Baze ┃ Supporting role: Chirrut