It takes a while for Avery to respond. Her own feelings on this are complicated at best, and she's never had much reason to figure out how to say it aloud before.

"I don't know how magic's different where you come from," she finally manages, slow and soft, "but it's dangerous, even in the best hands, isn't it? Because it's power. And not the kind that can ever be controlled completely or taken away by anything short of death, or death of everything that makes them who they are."

She sighs. "There's a reason this whole world used to be ruled by mages, you know. Maybe still would be if they didn't get so hungry for even more power they nearly destroyed the whole bloody thing and ended up hurting themselves more than anyone else could've."