"What?"
Tessa's eyes widened and her eyebrows climbed, mouth gaping. Then she shook her head vigorously. "Oh, no! No, no, no! That's not Ansgar at all. Ansgar loves all His people. He loves mages, too. He doesn't love the magic, but He doesn't love crime and disease and poverty, either. That doesn't mean He doesn't love the sick, the criminal, and the impoverished, though. Or mages. People can't help how they're born or what happens in their life. That's why when we die, we're cleansed and given a second chance, because He knows things aren't all equal, and it's hard."
Reaching out, Tessa lightly touched Luna's hand. "This...this Damien is wrong. He's sick. And Ansgar is watching. Like you said, that blackens the soul. When he dies, he will be scourged to cleanliness all the more, and perhaps in his next life, he'll be born a mage himself."
She smiled, a smile full of hope. "They say that's what happens. That each life is a chance to learn, for the soul to grow and mature, and that each life we live is meant to teach us something our last one didn't. He's awful to mages, so one day, he'll have to experience it and learn that he was wrong."
Tessa paused a second, and then she laughed. "I wonder what my mistake was?"