You're probably right, [ Kim admits, squinting at the horrible little thing. He doesn't know what it does, exactly, but he's getting a bad feeling -- and Kim as a general rule doesn't get bad feelings. Not like this. He's always been one for fact, reason, logic; he leaves the wild hunches to other, more intuitive officers. If he's feeling this way, then it's bad news. Who knows what the Department of Enma - an unknown quantity, from Kim's point of view - would do with them. ] I don't know that I'd want anyone to be able to assemble a stockpile. Not without knowing in any concrete way what it is that they do.

[ He would feel differently if he were still a cop here, no doubt, but that's not the case. When Junpei sets his bag beside Kim's, he glances over at him, more surprised than he is displeased. ]

I'm surprised you'd trust me to get rid of it, [ he says frankly. ] But yes, that's no problem. If my hunch is correct - [ that these little guys are haunted as hell ] - I think I know someone who will know how best to neutralize them.