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He scoffs at the very thought of God calling to her. Yet, in the deep of his darkening heart, he knew that God spoke to all. All, were his children, no matter how many wrongs they had done. No matter how far from his path of righteousness they had traveled. No matter how pathetic in their own self pity... 

God forgives.   

Malakai was not him. 

NO! The yet still boy in him cried. He side steps, blocking her path along the greens. You don't get to do that! You don't get to shit on everyone's lives and then think you can still do whatever the fuck you want because everyone will feel bad for poor sad you.

No. He snaps again with a click of his teeth. You don't get to see him again. Not in this life. You must atone. 

And here he would be, the hand of God. The righteousness in wrath. He would lung down at her, to seize her scruff and jerk her back and worth before tossing, to send her rolling back down the hill. 

Only God forgives.