You can’t walk out of hell.

[ If you could, he’s not sure if you’d just walk into something worse anyway. ]

So this place is just a continuation of the same for you, but I’m not thrilled to be a prisoner. My old life was awful, but at least I wasn’t doing someone else’s dirt—-

[ A look of horror crosses his face, and suddenly he shrinks down from his previous confident lecturing. ]

—- well, not for most of my life, anyway. But at least that was my own choice. Stupid or not.