In the dining hall restroom, Sonia finished washing her hands. Seeing that she looked a little haggard in the mirror, she took off her hair tie and pulled her hair into a more spirited high ponytail.
The Witch hates me now, she thought.
She honestly did not care about Vishy’s Soul Refining plan. Just as Vishy had said, the people dying were not anyone she knew, so why should she care? Though she did feel a little pity, compared with the seat of a god lord, it still seemed far too insignificant.
Now that death row prisoners were being used to patch the loophole, there was not even any need for guilt. But Sonia knew there was a huge flaw in this: Vishy had never said how many souls were needed to refine a concept. If death row inmates were not enough, then they could only count downward—felons, minor offenders...
On one side of the scale was the chance to enter Heaven; on the other were tens of thousands of lives. Which was lighter and which was heavier—wasn't that easy to weigh?
So I had a talent for cruelty too, she thought. The world really protected me well before.
After tying up her high ponytail, she felt her spirits look a little better, but Sonia still felt something was missing, as if the high ponytail she had tied just was not perfect enough. She glanced around and saw no no-smoking sign in the restroom, so she took out a pack of cigarettes, tapped one out, leaned against the wall, lit it, and quietly began blowing smoke.
Just then, Vishy pushed the door open and came in. He glanced at Sonia, then walked straight into the bathroom. A moment later, the sound of flushing came from inside. Sonia watched him come