[A hand in a black leather glove might come down heavily on Harry's shoulder. If he looks behind him, Harry will find he has company in the form of a tall, blond humanoid, clad in a vaguely Victorian suit cut from black leather, topped with a duster to match, his eyes hidden behind dark glasses.]

Leave them as they are. Some victims aren't meant to be saved.

[He says this with a cold note, as if there's something personal in his cruel rationale.]