Harry finished his coke and his doughnut before speaking again. And even then he sort of just looked at Michael bleakly and frowned.
"No, not unless you're going to fall out of love with Charity and decide to raise a new family in the next three weeks." He blanched a little, rubbed his face and sighed. "There's no purpose I can see, Michael, we have soldiers, a crap load of supernatural beings, and a bunch of mortals. Half these people need protecting, the other half think they don't, and then a part of them just want to argue all the time."
He shook his head, thinking he needed a beer more a coke, but the coke would suffice for now. "But the purpose? There's none, Michael. I want to get back to Chicago."