He wept because he was afraid now that he could not save Gabriel. He no longer cared about himself
It's the choosing that's important, isn't it?
He hunched his shoulders and tried to make himself smaller in the seat. He wanted to disappear, to fade away, not to exist.
We gained control of many things. But we had to let go of others.
The mind can’t explain it, and you can’t make it go away. It’s called love.
They were satisfied with their lives which had none of the vibrance his own was taking on. And he was angry at himself, that he could not change that for them.
Of course they needed to care. It was the meaning of everything.