Doing the right thing is simple. Make the choice, help the helpless, do what needs to be done.
He was fighting to survive. Every soul has a limit, and he was reaching his. I thought maybe if I helped him, if I did the right thing, I could make up for all of the times I'd looked the other way. Help him escape, and go on with my life.
But escape doesn't mean freedom, and doing the right thing is never that simple. Sometimes fighting for someone else's freedom turns into fighting for your own.