Against the Odds
This was a hard bargain the Wolf was driving at and he was not sure how to react to it.
'What are you saying? What sort of thing is that? Or did you forget that I, Sunday, I am your Bane?' Sunday growled at this.
No matter what this Wolf was promising, he was not so dumb to accept it. After all, this same Wolf had almost wrecked his mind into bits as at the time of assimilation, back then with the Primes.
To let the Wolf... No, to willingly give his Soul and all of the will to the Wolf was willingly jumping down into a lake of fire when there was a way out.
But, a way out?
Was there really amy way out from all of this? The more this went on, the less of time he had in his hands. And the less his chances of survivability was.
Yet, to hand over control to the Wolf was...
Unfathomable.
The odds of that was something he was not sure he would like.