There is nothing to lose. Threats fall on empty ears. He walks away, knowing the cops will be behind him in a few minutes.
What used to be, no longer is. What has he got to lose, and hasn’t everyone wished to just disappear some days?
You underestimate what I am willing to do in order to be free, as free as I can be with these weights upon my shoulders. You underestimate what I am willing to do to get away, go away.