He Has Fought Many Battles With Us"

Jem Seemed To Look Through Her Then, As If He Were Seeing Something Beyond Her, Beyond The Corridor, Beyond The Institute Itself. "whatever You Are Physically," He Said, "male Or Female, Strong Or Weak, Ill Or Healthy--all Those Things Matter Less Than What Your Heart Contains. If You Have The Soul Of A Warrior, You Are A Warrior. All Those Other Things, They Are The Glass That Contains The Lamp, But You Are The Light Inside." He Smiled Them, Seeming To Have Come Back To Himself, Slightly Embarrassed. "that's What I Believe.

I Am A Demon Hunter. Clearly, I Am Not Afraid Of The Dark.

He Produced A Handkerchief—crisply Folded—and Handed It To Her. She Took It With Silent Astonishment. She’d Never Before Known Anyone Who Carried A Handkerchief.

I Never Said That. I Just Didn't Correct You When You Were, You Know, Wrong. Anyway, I Just Saved You From Being Burned To Death, So I Figure You're Not Allowed To Be Mad." -jace

Jace Reached Up To Unzip His Jacket. Simon-i Dont Care How Hungry I Am, I Am Not Going To Drink Your Blood Again. Jace-like I Would Let You.