"Doesn't take more than one to make someone a slaver." In his oh so humble opinion. One was too many. One was always too many.

A shake of his head. "It's just what should be done." It's not 'nice', necessarily. It's right. The correct course of action. "They didn't last long when they ran into me, back in out world."

At least one of them hadn't. It ended... badly. For them.