There was a silver lining there, then. He could walk free, without any charge. Back home to his family. Back to Sootopolis.
To a boring life. A safe, boring life. Maybe he had more excitement than he could handle. But... That'd mean he'd have to leave behind Brian and Lia. He had to admit, in some way, they were probably his first actual friends (cause the other kids at school were jackasses, mostly, and liked to try picking on him or his sister.). It might've been just him, but even though he found out that those two were more experienced in criminal activity, he felt a sort of kinship with them.
That, and normally he would've jumped on any chance to freedom. But somewhere inside, he knew very well that he'd remember that at some point in his life, he ran away from home, not knowing he would be a criminal. It'd be him and his conscience alone. He could walk a free young man, yes, but he was a horrible liar, and his parents would find out sooner or later-- either from some little Pidgey or he would crack from playing innocent. Court or no court, his mind would probably kill him before some bastard named Big Ronny would.
"Sorry, Officer. Even if I told you what I know, I barely have info about the RoG-- heck, I just joined a couple weeks ago. You guys probably know even more than I do; I'm just a kid who wanted to go on adventure and snuck onto an RoG ferry." Looking at the Pokeball that contained his partners, he continued, doing his best to not choke on his words, "I'll crack having to hide things from my parents while I'm with them. They might be worried now, but if I come home one day and they find out, they'll just kick me right out. Even if they wouldn't know, I could never look at them straight in the eye. Especially not my little sister." Evidently he either didn't care or couldn't imagine being put into jail. "Not after this. I just... can't go home anymore."