"I am not afraid to die." Semseddin continued pleading. "I am only afraid of dying in a worthless and pathetic manner, I shall not close my eyes after my death if I never managed to achieve any goals for my reckless decision that is destined to bring along many of my pals with me on the path to the Great Prophet. So please, Sanjek, make my sacrifice useful!"
By the end of his words, Semseddin is almost weeping as he buried his head deep into the legs of the Sanjek. The later has nothing more to say, words are throttled in his throat as he fell into a state of remorse and sorrow for sinking his followers into such a state of despair, requiring the sacrifice of Ottoman noble blood for the glimpse of the chance of survival.
"Approved." The Sanjek finally made the decision. "But if possible, come back alive."