For a moment, he looks shattered. But no - he can't do this to himself again, he can't let the word of one person dictate what's possible.

"I-I'm sorry, ma'am, but I can't accept that. I ain't staying here, there's gotta be a way out. Gotta be somebody know can help me, there's - " He closes his eyes for a minute, so tight that white flashes across them. "I've got to go home," he whispers quietly. "Please."