In another situation Kostos might have bristled at being given orders, but he's only mostly a surly, headstrong asshole, and he's also—by trade, for years—a guerrilla. He only nods, from where he's crouched, and starts pulling wisps through the Veil, one at a time, while he gives Hanzo's spirits a contemplative look. He's contemplating saying something to them, specifically, or prodding at their consciousnesses with his own, but that might be rude and, more importantly, there isn't time to waste on making friends.

The wisps, he dispenses silently. One to Benedict, two to Hanzo, since he's the target. For the moment they do nothing, but if their charges are sufficiently imperiled, they'll provide barriers.

"Do you need them alive?" he asks Hanzo in the meantime, quiet.