"But, believe you me… Sunday, you cannot always rely on the Soul bond. To put total trust in people other than yourself is you deliberately and happily courting death, Sunday." Niniola said, shrugging at him as he now rose from the ground.
Sunday bent, dusting his dusty trousers on the back, not giving her any facial attention.
"Look, Sunday. I know this might sound somehow but unless you learn to rely on yourself most of the times, you are..." She sighed, exhaling with trembling shoulders.
'She... Your girlfriend is right, you know.' Bane called out from within Sunday. 'You cannot always rely on me. Not at all '
'I don't remember asking you for your suggestions. You have always not wanted me not to rely on you so why are you blaring that out? Besides, whether or not you agree. You Are. My. Soul. Bond' Sunday yelled out mentally at the form of the Prickled Bane Winged Wolf.
