"I'm not sure that lacking magic now makes up for what you've done."

She sighs, a heavy sound touched with anger, but it's a cold rage rather than a hot rage. Aveline runs her hand over her face, trying to find some place to even start. She'd drag him in and turn him over to the authorities, but who even is that, here? She doesn't know, at least not yet. It's all too new, too alien.

"If you're not a mage," she asks, bluntly, "are you still an abomination?" Because Justice is a concern, here and everywhere.