Ronen looked at Odyssia for a long while as he thought about Hades. He soon nodded, and took the necklace back around his neck. 
"How can I help? I can do jack diddly shit against these titans. I'm more of a burden then any actual help," Ronen said. 
He crossed his arms as he looked at the girl. None of his weapons did anything against the titans, even the dagger Hermes gave him did was make them sick. He hated this feeling of uselessness. He was trained not to be this way, he was trained to be a killer. But, he could not kill the ones that he was put against. It was maddening to him, and his soul seemed to cry out in rage.