That was a more complicated question than Gabriel may have realized when he posed it. Dal's expression was thoughtful. Not because he had to actually think about the answer, but more that had to find the right English words for it.

"I'm a ghost," he began. That, he firmly believed. No ID, no friends, no one who would ever miss him if he just stopped showing up on his corner or never came back to his room. "I dunno a lot about the people I see, but I want 'em to be remembered."