"Seemed relevant" he says innocently. The notion that he could well be stabbing people he stabbed all the way here in the first place has gotten kind of difficult not to think about. But as always he'll do his best not to speculate too much when it comes to magic. That always ends badly.

When the first one he strikes explodes in a burst of ectoplasm, he wrinkles his nose. He just replaced these clothes after the fire monster.

The next one and the next one makes him hesitate though. Jubilee. Kitty. Jean-Paul. "Not again..." he sighs. "How about we swit—" before he can finish that thought the painful realization that these ghosts have the powers of those they take after hits him with all the speed a Northstar-ghost can muster.