"Perhaps." A chilly tone, impersonal as a machine. "So I'm making sure you aren't around to divert any more."

He's... genuinely trying to kill the harpy now, isn't he?

The shade's getting nowhere staying solid, with the harpy's magic beating at him. He melts away more deliberately this time, springing forward as soon as the wind's whistling through him instead of against. Aiming for Amelia's soul.