All people called through the Force to Jedha live true to their natures. A Guardian of the Whills both protected pilgrims drawn to the Temple of the Kyber, and, at times, protected it from them.

The moon was poor in all but faith and kyber, and the holy city hosted thousands of unique understandings of the Force. Conflict came naturally. [ He pauses in memory of such a loss, and his voice is quieter when he speaks again. ]

Even though my path has brought me here, it seems I am not left with nothing to protect. In a way, we are all pilgrims.