In the woods.
A Si, covered in wounds, was surrounded by A San and six or seven men in black.
"A Si, just surrender. Stop this futile resistance. Come back with me and strive for the master's forgiveness, and perhaps you'll have a chance at survival. Otherwise, heh..."
"I'm not going back with you. And I don't need anyone's forgiveness!"
A Si said gravely, his weapon held out in front of him.
"Oh, no need for forgiveness, huh? It seems you're quite proud of your betrayal," A San sneered.
"When did I ever betray the Sect Master? Don't spout nonsense at me!" A Si argued.
"Spout nonsense?!"
A San laughed loudly.
"If you don't want people to know, don't do it. You think you've been very secretive, don't you? Do you really think the master knows nothing? You don't think it's a coincidence that I brought men here, do you?"
A Si's brow furrowed slightly.
"I don't know what you're talking about!"
