Malachi rolles his eyes. "I'm not interest in how you died. Thats not why you're here. You're here because you fucked up in life. So thats why you're not prancing around with those little angles." He rolled his eyes. He hated angles tremendously.
"Yeah. I said…that's all I know. Don't know why I'm here," Gabe told him, looking back up to him.
"Well I just told you why. You fucked up. You are here to serve out your sentence, however long that may be." Malachi said. Mortals were always put off but this one he wanted to strangle.
"Oh. Okay." Gabe nodded. "Do I…I don't know, die a second time once it's done?" He wasn't trying to be rude, he was simply curious.