It was true that Sangamon was the only one who'd actually been giving up blood to make sure that they didn't have to take the long way into the basement every night, and Harvey made sure to glance over at him and nod to acknowledge that. Though he had practically forgotten about how they'd have to give up one of their senses. He was going to have to hash that out with Scott.

The skeleton made a predictable entrance by suddenly forming together from a pile of bones in the boat, and Harvey just sighed. Strange, how this had become normal somewhere along the way.

The nicknames weren't even close to clever, but Harvey had managed to avoid earning one so far. He was almost certain that once the ferryman dubbed him something, it would have to do with his dual-faced nature.

When the question was asked, Harvey looked to Scott and tilted his head slightly. "What's it gonna be, kid?"