Justice Is Blind

[Would you like a short break? Your life's second volume, 'For Whom The Bells Tolls,' has concluded.]

A beat.

'Yes.'

Ding!

That stupid, familiar sound repeated, reenacting his first 'break.'

What followed was the Script, right in his mind's eye, taking over everything.

{Felicitaciones. Gratulerer. Herzlichen Glückwunsch. Parabéns. Поздравляю. Gratulacje. Félicitations. 祝贺. おめでとうございます. Συγχαρητήρια. Chúc mừng. Tillykke. ¡Enhorabuena!. Mazal Tov. مبارك. Badhai Ho. Čestitamo. Gratulálok. Õnnitlused. Apsveicam. Tahniah... Congratulations.}

'Sure, sure.'

With that, Malik was a soul again, floating high above his body.

Everything was the same, or so he thought at first. 

He could feel it.

His soul was stronger. 

It was like he was being rebuilt from scratch.

Before he started all this, he was mortal, no different than any other dreg you could find in the streets.