In this story, Sam comes up with the best comparison for the way he and Bucky meet, are grumpy, and beat up HYDRA agents together, so I won't spoil that for you, but hee! I enjoyed it a lot.
He knows about Organa’s daughter, of course. Princess, senator, now a confirmed traitor; famed for her ethical code and her wit. Some even remark that she is beautiful. Now he knows that she is brave enough to face him unflinching with lies in her mouth. The Force hums loudly as he considers that there is something impressive about her, and that it burns to know she will break under him – everyone does, after all. Vader considers Leia during their various encounters.
(Can droids die he had said to Poe and Poe had said well I suppose everything can die and BB-8 had said but what happens when -- and Pilot-Pava had said what a curious droid and BB-8 buzzed at herPoe reprogrammed me and taught me to think and and Poe’s gentle hand on his shell, and droids aren’t meant to be calmed by physical contact and yet -- ) *sobs* So many droid feels.
"Do you feel it?" Chirrut asks. The softness of his voice makes Baze shudder. He thinks that maybe he does, or maybe he wants to, for Chirrut. When Baze opens his eyes, Chirrut is very close to him. It doesn't surprise him at all when Chirrut kisses him. Baze's eyes flutter closed again, then open when Chirrut pulls away. "Was that the Force?" Baze asks. His voice comes out cracked and heavy. "That was me," Chirrut says, and kisses him again. Melacholy, heartbreaking Baze/Chirrut, from Baze's POV.
“I believe in that,” he gestured to it all. “That it will all still be here. Forever.” “The light of those stars may already be dead,” Galen turned to him, hooded eyes burning cold. “What about civilizations? What about all of us? What will the Empire make of us?” He sucked in a breath, the factory crumbled and a faceless entity never even apologized. Three thousands souls that breathed in and never breathed out again with no more fanfare than a tiny broken piston. “I don’t know,” he said again, but this time he met Galen’s eyes. “But I don’t want to help make it happen anymore.” Tender, heartbreaking look at Bodhi.
“You can cut a man’s legs from under him. That does not mean he kneels,” contemplates Chirrut. “Save your wisdom for a book,” replies Baze. “That’s why I’m telling you. Write this down,” Chirrut says imperiously, and Baze chuckles, a dry, comforting rasp in his ears. Faith, Chirrut thinks, is a bit like sand. In small handfuls, it seems barely anything—but gather enough of it, and you could build yourself a beach, an island. A place to stand. *sobs*
He tried not to dwell on it later, but a man has to look his own choices in the eye. You can't pretend when you take a life, especially not to yourself. Sharp, heartbreaking look at Cassian Andor.
"I’m the Duchess Unseen! I stole the sound of the sunrise and the tears of a shark. I borrowed a book from the library of Hazar and didn’t return it." So how did that go, exactly? Wonderfully in tune with both the setting and the characters of the short story.