I Hope You Told Him You Were

Not Everything That's True Needs To Be Said.

Memories Did One No Good, Not When One Knew The Truth In The Present. Will Was Beautiful, But He Was Not Hers; He Was Anybody's. Something In Him Was Broken, And Trough That Break Spilled A Blind Cruelty, A Need To Hurt And To Push Away.

We Had And Incident. I Took Care Of It." "really." Jace's Voice Dripped Sarcasm. "do You Even Know How To Use That Knife, Clarissa? Without Poking A Hole In Yourself Or Any Innocent Bystanders?

Max," Jace Said. "max, I’m So Sorry.

You're Killing Me Because You Want Me To Give A Message To God For You?" Jace Shook His Head, The Point Of The Blade Scraping Across His Throat. "you're Crazier Than I Thought