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Harper doubted that would be an issue today, though. Even in the unlikely event that Darsihm did slip away from him during flight, this plane looked small enough to slow down while still remaining aloft, which would allow the reaper to catch up. Sure, Roman and the Queen would be displeased with the delay, but they didn’t strike Harper as the kind of people who would so readily leave an ally behind. And besides, they weren’t flying over dangerous territory. Not yet, anyway.

He thought about trying to explain all of this to Darsihm, but the reaper probably knew it already and was just being a worrywart for no reason. That, and it seemed like a hassle.

Harper yawned and scratched his chin, preparing for a nap.

‘So what’s your power, anyway?’ said Voreese.

Harper turned to look at her, wrapped around Roman’s arm. To Harper’s eyes, reapers were simply black clouds, albeit with half-faces on them--glowing yellow outlines of lips and eyes embedded in dark fluff. He no longer gave their appearance much thought, but when he’d seen Darsihm for the first time, it had nearly scared him back to death.

‘Roman is an alteration user,’ Voreese went on. ‘He can control particle vibrations. It’s pretty fucking sweet.’

Harper smirked. “I know we’re allies ‘n all, but you shouldn’t be so quick to volunteer that information. Generally-speaking, the less folks know about your servant’s power, the better.”

Voreese gave a hoarse laugh. ‘You think I don’t know that, you fucking chump? I was extending a modicum of trust your way, dumbass.’

“Voreese, don’t be rude to our new friends.”

‘Psh. If a few choice words are all it takes for them to give up on us, then I’ll go ahead and take a stab in the dark here and guess that they weren’t really that invested in helping us in the first place.’

“Voreese.”

‘Fine.’ Her luminous gaze returned to Harper. ‘But please. Don’t act like you know better than I do. I’m older than your whole family put together.’

‘She’s right,’ said Darsihm publicly. ‘That was very rude of you, Harper.’

“Wha--? Tch.”