He watched Han go, and he legitimately wanted to go with him. But he couldn't chance being seen, or even felt, so he sunk farther back into the cargo hold.

"Get yourself together..." he berated himself with a few deliberate punches to his own wounds. He needed some kind of pain to draw the darkness back around him, to cloak himself in its shadow and minimize his force signature. At least until they'd landed and taken off again.

Then, maybe, he'd come out.