No, they don't. Some remain insignificant their entire lives. Collect snow globes, insist on staying in the same place forever. Never moving, always just... Trapped.
( His eyes softened with the memory. "You are not my Gabriel. You are damned!" The words haunt him, his mother's--no, not his mother's, just the woman who adopted him in a diner. Paid for him like buying a new car. It didn't make her death any easier to bear. She hadn't deserved that. There's no wetness to his eyes, no tears to shed anymore. He shifts in his seat, straightens, refocuses his mind. Who to pick on? The chef's gamblings weren't doing so hot. Those dark brows were furrowed, sweat pooling in his dreadlocks. Gabriel only hoped he would not drip anything onto the food he served, but then, doubted the man cared. )
Take the people in this shop. Perfect example. You've seen what I've seen, right? No one becomes a cop without that ability to observe. ( Gabriel nods his head towards the hostess, indicates with his eyes the chef, the other patrons. ) Tell me what you see. Where do you think their lives are headed?
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( His eyes softened with the memory. "You are not my Gabriel. You are damned!" The words haunt him, his mother's--no, not his mother's, just the woman who adopted him in a diner. Paid for him like buying a new car. It didn't make her death any easier to bear. She hadn't deserved that. There's no wetness to his eyes, no tears to shed anymore. He shifts in his seat, straightens, refocuses his mind. Who to pick on? The chef's gamblings weren't doing so hot. Those dark brows were furrowed, sweat pooling in his dreadlocks. Gabriel only hoped he would not drip anything onto the food he served, but then, doubted the man cared. )
Take the people in this shop. Perfect example. You've seen what I've seen, right? No one becomes a cop without that ability to observe. ( Gabriel nods his head towards the hostess, indicates with his eyes the chef, the other patrons. ) Tell me what you see. Where do you think their lives are headed?