Greg Rucka

Baze Malbus tell it, one blind Guardian and his long-suffering friend.

But there, too, had been peace, and generosity, and comfort, and warmth. There had been families bound by love, and honest beings who did honest work. There had been the respect of sentients for one another, all bound by the understanding that they lived their days in a rare and precious place in the galaxy, a place that meant so much to so many.

and among them came another odor that Chirrut had not known since he was very young, and had almost forgotten.

The scent of fear.