Robert owed me 81 lives. 80 Wraiths and 1 Phantom. That was the number of Reapers he had killed. And I intended to collect. Bringing people when I had a high probability of dying was stupid.
I never wanted to be responsible for others. And I was better off on my own. So, regardless of whether the Sirens were allowed to join, there might be nothing left of the Saviors after I was done with them.
"My lord?"
Connie's words pulled me out of my thoughts. She and Phillip seemed to want my opinion on something.
"What? Did you need something?"
"I was just commenting on the absurdity of the whole thing. 84 million for the saviors is a staggering number, but when you consider that it is the entire world, it is understandable."
I guess? Basically, the bet was the USA against the whole world. While we could win if we talked about in the sun. The answer was not so clear for those in hell.
