Harley laughed at his reaction and grinned leaning closer to him with bright twinkling eyes.

"Oh brother you don't even know the half of it. The things Panem has done in the name of keeping power over their people? Gruesome even by my standards. And those standards are pretty low." She'd have plenty of time to tell him if they really were dead.

Listening to his own story she whistled looking suitably impressed "I've tangled with people that are pretty tough but I dunno if I would call them gods. The devil kicked me outta hell once though. That was pretty funny."

Sometimes even Harley had to reflect upon her life and just ask, why.

Bouncing back to the question at hand she shrugged her shoulders "In my experience, hell is a lot more effective at torturing you. So it would be worse then missing an arm and talking to some crazy chick. So if we're not dead what else could it be?" She tapped her chin thoughtfully.

"Ooo! Maybe this is a shared dream!" She cheered and then pouted "Aw no that doesn't work. You're in pain. Dreams aren't supposed to hurt."