Jackhammer was a bit surprised to be asked for his opinion as opposed to his fists. He realized he hadn't even been thinking about it since he figured the others would just handle it themselves. So he paused, running a hand through his hair. "Uh..." He looked at Robyn, not wanting to disagree, and at Al and Halfpint, all strongly convinced of the same opinion. But here was Isaint, the guy most like him in the group, and he was saying that this stuff might just be the only thing standing between them and some super-mages or vampires or something. And Al had said something about demons. Jackhammer wasn't sure how magic worked really, and didn't like to waste a lot of time thinking about it either. But one thing he did get was weapons--the kind of thing a lot of people like to try to control or destroy, but at the end of the day, the only thing that can keep you alive sometimes. He sure wouldn't like anyone trying to take his guns or his bow away. But against some things in the world, guns and bows didn't do a damn thing. So, he figured, this was his supernatural magic bullet. So he made up his mind and spoke.
"Is the stuff dangerous? Sure. Maybe not as much to me as to some other people, but still dangerous. I don't want you to think that makes me take it less seriously. There's plenty of things in this world that can kill me. I have some of them stashed in that cello case right now. So yeah, this stuff is dangerous. But we can't make the whole world a safe place. Best we can do is keep ourselves dangerous enough to be able to handle the other dangers in the world. So I'll tell you what--soon as you all melt down your guns and your foci and your drones, I'll vote to burn these containers."
He then turned to Isaint and said without a hint of flexibility, "But we sure as hell aren't just going to pawn it. You said it yourself--you don't sell guns. This is no different."