Harry's shrewd eyes miss nothing, and there's a dull satisfaction there seeing Allison's pain. Balance is so very important after all.

"That's right, Allison. Very good. It doesn't matter. Because the man you knew? He's gone. And this time-- who knows? He may be gone for good." Harry sits back a bit, his posture relieved at the idea. "So get used to this. Or... don't. Either way you'll not interfere."