When I Think Of You, And You

Raphael Snapped, "this Isn't Funny." "that's Why No One's Laughing." Jace Stood, Hauling Raphael Upright, Jamming The Tip Of His Knife Between Raphael's Shoulder Blades.

Under His Dripping Hair, He Was As White As Parchment, His Hands Clenched At His Sides So Tightly That They Were Shaking. It Seemed Clear That Some Terrible Turmoil Was Ripping Him Apart From The Inside Out.

Unfortunately, We're All Out Of Bitter Evange At The Moment, So It's Either Tea Or Nothing

Comforting Someone When They Were Stricken With Loss Was Something Else. It Meant Commitment. It Meant Caring. It Meant You Wanted To Ease Their Pain, And At The Same Time You Were Thanking God That Whatever The Bad Thing Was That Had Happened, It Hadn't Happened To Them.

He Had Lost Will Herondale. And He Did Not Know If He Could Ever Get Him Back.