Another day Katsuya might scowl at the fact that Harley is just for the heck of it carrying around nine millimeter ammunition in her jacket. Today isn't that day. He heaves a grateful sigh and takes the offered clip with a murmured 'thank you', tucking it into one of the pockets of his suit jacket. It's been years since he's broken the paranoid habit of carrying around spare ammo to quiet his own trauma induced paranoia. After this is over, he thinks he may need to start the habit again.

"I wouldn't ask you to leave her side. She will need constant protection if she was the focus of one of Nyarlathotep's disciples." No sense in sugarcoating it. Caspar and Adia need to be aware of what they're walking into. What a fight with a god will entail. He pauses when Adia holds out the scythe and offers the slightest nod of his head to her refusal and Harley's subsequent offer.

"You don't have to kill, but I sure hope you have even a knife to try and defend yourself with. I admire your morals. But if you put yourself in danger, one of us may die trying to protect you. Either us or the creatures that seem determined to protect you. Please bear that in mind."