Well, I shouldn't with a lot of things but here I am.

[ Loving him.

Clary flings her arms out angrily, frustration taking over the shape of her. But just as quickly as it comes does it go again. He looks so young, so lost. She thinks maybe if she could have been his sister properly then they would have been unstoppable. If only they'd been given a chance. There's little good in wishing the past changed though. She knows that better than most. She can only deal with the present and hope it makes the future a little better. Lifting her hand, she presses the heel of it into her eye hard enough to see stars and then moves, drops into the space beside him like she's a dead weight. Their arms brush and her throat aches. ]

I hate this. I hate that we don't have a choice.

[ One day she'll get to Valentine somehow, make him pay for all the things he's taken from her. ]

I hate not knowing if you're alive, Jace. I lost my mom, and now I've lost you. [ Jocelyn being back doesn't mean she can exchange him. Her heart is a difficult thing. ]