Certain pain a person has already survived will beat an uncertain pain they have only imagined, every time.
Under pressure the nervous system stops comparing futures and starts comparing certainties, and a suffering already endured weighs less than a death only pictured. Terror set the state, the state assigned the meaning, and the meaning made turning back sound like sound judgment. Wanting freedom was never the issue; the linkage underneath the wanting was.
Every exit has a stretch where the new road is not yet visible, and that is exactly when the old bondage begins advertising itself in the voice of common sense. Whoever has not already made returning unthinkable decides in that stretch, while afraid, and a decision made in that state hands years back to the thing already escaped.