The Light That Burned Twice As Bright

You Don't Get It, Clary. You Don't Understand What It's Like To Live Always At War, To Grow Up With Battle And Sacrifice. I Guess It's Not Your Fault. It's Just How You Were Brought Up-

Will’s Voice Dropped. “everyone Makes Mistakes, Jem.” “yes,” Said Jem. “you Just Make More Of Them Than Most People.” “i —” “you Hurt Everyone,” Said Jem. “everyone Whose Life You Touch.” “not You,” Will Whispered. “i Hurt Everyone But You. I Never Meant To Hurt You.” Jem Put His Hands Up, Pressing His Palms Against His Eyes. “will —” “you Can’t Never Forgive Me,” Will Said In Disbelief, Hearing The Panic Tinging His Own Voice. “i’d Be —” “alone?” Jem Lowered His Hand, But He Was Smiling Now, Crookedly. “and Whose Fault Is That?

I Think He's Jealous.

The Grandeur Of The Institute Never Failed To Impress Magnus - The Way It Towered High And Mighty Above Everything Else, Timeless And Unmoving In Its Gothic Disapproval Of All That Was Modern And Changeable.

You Love Each Other – Anyone Can See That, Looking At You – That Kind Of Love That Can Burn Down The World Or Raise It Up In Glory.