In your world, perhaps. We have no way of knowing if it works the same in mine. [He's not saying it doesn't, for he does not truly know, just pointing out the fact that there is a possibility things work differently there.] But I also suppose it doess not matter, not truly. Born from it or twisted by it she was a horror that brought darkness and devastation with her. Whatever her origins might be makes no difference to that.

[The look he gives the man is both flat and unamused. Humans. Everytime his people does something they can't understand the workings of it somehow makes the whole process magic of some kind.] Well, it's not. Just because your people haven't learned how to capture light like that does not make it magic. My father, whatever else one can say about him, was a genious and the greatest craftsman of his age and he applied all his skill and knowledge into crafting those gems and I'll thank you not to make light of his work by calling it 'sorcery'.