Sometimes Avery didn't really understand what people got so upset about. In his mind, he was equating her struggles to something real-world that people could actually relate to. "Yeah, cos- like, the magic, its like a drug or something. Drugs fuck up your brain, make you make bad decisions. I don't know, maybe you can treat it the same way." He shrugged, because she was still glaring at him. "It's not your fault," he added, in case that helped.