Star Wars: Guardians of the Whills

by Greg Rucka

I perceive, in all things, this truth: That we are forever bound to the Force, And that the Force forever binds us together. What we do to one, we therefore do to all. And thus it is upon us to grant to all What we would wish for ourselves. —Karyn I’Yin, Sisters of Sarrav

There is no Emotion, there is Peace. There is no Ignorance, there is Knowledge. There is no Passion, there is Serenity. There is no Chaos, there is Harmony. There is no Death. There is the Force.

Peace is a lie. There is only Passion. Through Passion I gain Strength. Through Strength I gain Power. Through Power I gain Victory. Through Victory my chains are Broken. The Force shall free me.

They will stay long enough to crush hope, but they do not understand that hope can be a very small thing. It doesn’t need much to survive. An occasional breath of air. A flicker of warmth. Hope can live in a vacuum.”

“Yeah, Chirrut, you’re not listening to me. I didn’t say it wasn’t going to be easy. I’m telling you it’s next to impossible.” “Next to impossible.” “That’s what I just said.” “There is a space between ‘next to impossible’ and ‘impossible.’” Chirrut smiled at something only he knew was there. “That is where we will fit.”