And I Think That You Do Not

Actually," Said Jace, "i Prefer To Think That I'm A Liar In A Way That's Uniquely My Own.

You Don't Get To Decide," She Said, "where I Go, Or When." "i Know." His Voice Was Ragged. "i've Always Known That About You. I Don't Know Why I Had To Fall In Love With Someone Who's More Stubborn Than I Am.

Who Am I?” He Whispered. “for Years I Pretended I Was Other Than I Was, And Then I Gloried That I Might Return To The Truth Of Myself, Only To Find There Is No Truth To Return To. I Was An Ordinary Child, And Then I Was A Not Very Good Man, And Now I Do Not Know How To Be Either Of Those Things Any Longer. I Do Not Know What I Am, And When Jem Is Gone, There Will Be No One To Show Me.

Jem Touched The Parabatai Rune On His Shoulder, Through The Thin Material Of His Nightshirt. "i Am Not Alone," He Said. "wherever We Are, We Are As One.

Simon: 'you Know Men. We Have Delicate Egos.' Clary: 'i Wouldn't Describe Jace's Ego As Delicate.' Simon: 'no, Jace's Is Sort Of The Antiaircraft Artillery Tank Of Male Egos.