Eventually, after Harpy had decided that Walker had gone through enough punishment, she caught him by the leg and took flight in a direction of your choosing.

"Scared of falling?"

"Huh?"

You looked at Harpy in confusion. She glanced down at her shoulder, and your eyes followed hers. That's when you noticed that Mercy had been fashioning a makeshift harness from the bandages on your hand.

"Oh! Sorry. I've just never been up this high." you lied.

"No problem. Just don't tickle me." Harpy warned.

"Duly noted." you agreed, wondering what she would do if you even attempted such a thing.

Despite your claims, you had no problems staring down at the city below. You found it strange how all of these creatures were going about their regular day, completely unaware that the whole world might be in danger at this very moment.

Just then, the thought of "danger" drew your attention back to Harpy's other passenger.

“You okay down there?” you asked Walker.

The man was dangling upside down by one leg that was being tightly clutched in Harpy’s talons. It looked a little too tight, but you were more concerned about the blood dripping from the open slots in his helmet.

“Yeah. Just peachy.” he said with a lot of sarcasm, but a general lack of malice towards you.

“Are we sure we don’t need to check for brain damage?”

“He most certainly has it.” Harpy put in, clearly amused by his suffering.

“Hey, kid. Could you do me a favor and reach into this pouch pocket on my leg here?” he said, pointing at the pocket in question.

“Why? What’s in it?” you asked warily.

“My house keys. If you jingle them in front of her face, it might distract her long enough for my bones to reset.”

Deadhead seemed to enjoy the joke more than anybody, because he let out a laugh that had him coughing up even more blood. You winced again, but he didn’t seem to mind at all.

“Your body is strange.” Harpy said, regarding him with some interest.

“Another thing we have in common.” he breathed. “Seeing as how you can't kill me, why don't we call a truce?”

“That is a dangerous assumption.” Harpy observed, tightening her grip on his leg.

“Trust me, Tyson. I have it on good authority that I'll outlive everything, and everyone on this planet. I'll be here when you're all dust in the wind. And that's just the way it is. So let's make it easier on ourselves, and try to get along, alright?” he proposed.

His words surprised you. For most of the time you've known him, his attitude has been pretty lousy. But if what he said was true, then you truly couldn't blame him for being cranky. Maybe that has something to do with why he's palling around with a reaper.

(Cont.)