For now, out of Harry's rather small group of Pokemon, he at least has Mouse at his side. Bob is... well, Harry isn't entirely sure where the Duskull is most of the time, but he has a sneaking suspicion that somewhere around half the time it's right over his shoulder.

"Harry." He answers with a friendly smile of his own. Mouse gives a small, friendly bark.

"It was for some of us." He takes up the lighter path of conversation easily. It's easier than dwelling on the bad day, especially with the scars of it still around to serve as ready reminders all on their own. "I wouldn't recommend it. Although there are some people who probably enjoyed it. Crazy, crazy people."