Chirrut chuckled, "I'm not surprised. We come from different universes, as I understand it. I'm sure things get..." he pondered his words for a moment, "lost in the translation." But he could sense the ease in Matthew mingling with the slight uptick in his pulse. He did understand and he was coming to grips with something, at least. That was good. Chirrut was getting through to some part of him. He hadn't had a goal or an agenda for this meeting - nothing like that. He'd just wanted the conversation and, honestly, the tea. He enjoyed people, enjoyed sharing with them and teaching them and learning from them. It was what he missed most when he lost his temple.
"Perhaps some would have," Chirrut said, "and they would have been shot too. The Empire has no regard for human life on a planet as rich with resources as Jedha. We always knew this was true, though it was still hard for me to disregard them as easily as they disregarded us when the time came to rise up against them. For all the good it did us. A few survived. A few is better than none. I trust the will of the Force. You see," he set his cup aside and turned towards Matthew, "our first conversation. I have to trust in the will of the Force. I have to, to believe that we did the right thing when all is said and done and the dust settles. I have to hold onto that hope, or I'm lost too."