Tact Is Just Lying For Adults.

She Had Made The Choice For Him - In A Moment Of Flight And Panic, But She Had Made It - Not Realizing That Her Jace Would Rather Die Than Be Like This, And That She'd Been Not So Much Saving His Life As Damning Him To An Existence He Would Despise.

His Hands Slipped From His Throat, And He Crashed To The Ground Like A Tree Falling. "oh, Dear," Said Pangborn, Gazing At The Fallen Body Of His Comrade With Fastidious Distaste. "how Unpleasant.

She Felt As If She Had Been Running, And Had Created A Hill And Was Racing Down The Other Side, And There Was No Stopping Now. Gravity Was Taking Her Where She Had To Go. "but -- Everyone Cares About Something. Don't They?

She Shook Her Head. She Was So Pale Under The Diffuse Lamp-light That She Looked Almost Transparent, As If Simon Could Have Looked Right Through Her. The Way, He Supposed, He Always Had.

And Now I’m Looking At You,” He Said, “and You’re Asking Me If I Still Want You, As If I Could Stop Loving You. As If I Would Want To Give Up The Thing That Makes Me Stronger Than Anything Else Ever Has. I Never Dared Give Much Of Myself To Anyone Before – Bits Of Myself To The Lightwoods, To Isabelle And Alec, But It Took Years To Do It – But, Clary, Since The First Time I Saw You, I Have Belonged To You Completely. I Still Do. If You Want Me.