 Ben runs from the crime scene, but isn't remorseful for doing so. Why is that, even though he killed a man?
With never a moment to rest, the pursuit through space felt like a game of hounds and hares ... or was it follow the leader? Ben Curtis eased his pale, gaunt body through the open doorway of the Blast Inn, the dead man following silently behind him. You can give yourself up, and that's what a good officer would do. Under interplanetary law, that would mean ten years in prison and a dishonorable discharge. They don't want new men over thirty-four for officers on rockets or even for third-class jet-men on beat-up freighters—they don't want convicted killers. So , Ben reflected, you can take a beer-and-pretzels tale seriously.
 Running gave him autonomy, and to decide how the next part of his life would pan out.
 It gave him enough time to remember the renegades, and make the plan to go meet them.  He felt he was justified in killing Cobb.  Running away game him opportunity to reflect.  Running gave him autonomy, and to decide how the next part of his life would pan out.