It felt good. It felt great! He walked down the road, staring around him, the feeling of relief and... everything looked so different now.
Seen through the eyes of a free man.
One free man.
No. He wasn't going to think about that. They didn't have to stay with Stockwell. They could've come along with him. Things would be different, but... anything was better than that gilded cage.
He grabbed a pebble and threw it. Hard.
Hannibal thought he'd be back. Face knew that, just from the way he'd acted - so casual - when Face left. Hannibal was wrong this time.
Just like he was wrong about those pardons.
Life on the run was better than dying for a pipe dream.
He didn't want to think about that, either.
They'd made their choice. They knew the odds before.
He heard the sirens in the distance.