Sure, but that isn't— hang on, I'm still waist-deep and it's freezing out here.

[Bear with him while he wades back to shore. That last gem will come one day. He's here to start wringing water out of his shirt while he goes on,] Magic isn't to blame for what people do with it. It just... is, like- like air. The air isn't evil if someone smells something unpleasant.

[This is not the best analogy, but work with him.]