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I Am One Of The Clave. It's In My Blood And Bones. So Tell Me, If You're So Sure This Wasn't My Fault, Why Is It That The First Thought In My Mind When I Saw Abbadon Wasn't For My Fellow Warriors But For You?" His Other Hand Came Up; He Was Holding Her Face, Prisoned Between His Palms. "i Know-i Knew-alec Wasn't Acting Like Himself. I Knew Something Was Wrong. But All I Could Think About Was You.

Sometimes One Must Choose Whether To Be Kind Or Honorable," He Said. "sometimes One Cannot Be Both.

[will Herondale] Would Say He Knew A Warlock Who Was A Better Friend, And More Worth Trusting, Than Many A Nephilim Warrior.

In The End That Was The Choice You Made, And It Doesn't Matter How Hard It Was To Make It. It Matters That You Did.

Am I Blind?" Will's Voice Floated Out Of The Darkness, Tinged With Annoyance. "i'm Not Going To Be At All Pleased If You've Blinded Me, Henry.