Sadisuto did nothing, absolutely nothing as he let Jason beat him into a bloody pulp. He knew he deserved this. No, he didn't deserve this, he deserved so much worse. He didn't even have the heart to say to Jason that he didn't feel any fears nor anger nor hatred...just nothingness...emptiness... Slowly, he pushed himself back up and stared at Jason as the man left. What could he do now? He could stand here and let the man walk away...forever. Or, he could chase after him and risk being killed painfully...but he might have a small chance in getting back what was his - his family.
Made up his mind, Sadisuto ignored the rest of the group as he ran out of the cave and stood in front of Jason, locking eyes with him, unafraid. He had prepared for this. If he died, well...that was just...it, he guessed. If he died, maybe he could see his family again, too. And if he lived, he would never...ever disparage Jason again. He had learnt his lesson, or at least, Sadisuto thought he had learnt his lesson. And so, Sadisuto took a deep breath and spoke clearly, his voice cut into the dark night like knives. He felt a little light-headed because of all of his previous bloodlosts but he paid it no mind.
"No, Jason...I do not want you to leave..."