Mortality, Behold, And Fear, What A Change

He Seemed To Realize She Was Staring At Him, Because The Cursing Stopped. "you Cut Me," He Said. His Voice Was Pleasant. British. Very Ordinary. He Looked At His Hand With Critcal Interest. "it Might Be Fatal." Tessa Looked At Him With Wide Eyes. "are You The Magister?" He Tilted His Hand To The Side. Blood Ran Down It, Spattering The Floor. "dear Me, Massive Blood Loss. Death Could Be Imminent.

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?

You’re Seventeen,” Magnus Said. “you Can’t Have Wasted A Life You’ve Barely Lived.

All Knowledge Hurts.

We Have A Name," Said Jace. "magnes B-" "shut Up." Alec Hissed, Thwacking Jace With His Closed Menu. Jace Looked Injured. "jesus," He Rubbed His Arm. "what's Your Problem?