Aurelia simply stops. "Alright. Alright. You want the truth? Here's the truth. The fact that you can even<em>use</em>the magic that you do is astounding, because according to everything I can tell, you should be all but magic<em>immune,</em>not capable of wielding it!" She gestures, sharply, towards Amelia, a blue bolt lancing from her hand, and striking the woman... and doing nothing. "That<em>should</em>have surrounded her by a glowing aura, because she has the exact same lack-of-aura that you do! So I have no idea why you can even use magic, or be affected by it, or<em>anything!</em>As for the 'Plan', I know just about as much as you do, except that, from everything I've pieced together, not what I've been told, but figured out, it's not just my world, maybe not even just your world, but<em>countless</em>worlds at risk here, at risk of being enslaved or destroyed, or possibly even worse! About the only gods-damned thing I do know is that you slept with my daughter last night!" Her last words are punctuated by a sharp cracking sound, as the metal ladle in her hand snaps from the force of her grip. "Are you happier, now?"