I Think He's Jealous.

I Have A Plan.” He Groaned. “i Was Afraid Of That.” “my Plans Are Not Terrible.” “isabelle’s Plans Are Terrible.” He Pointed A Finger At Her. “your Plans Are Suicidal. At Best.” She Sat Back, Her Arms Crossed Over Her Chest. “do You Want To Hear It Or Not? You Have To Keep It A Secret.” “i Would Pluck Out My Own Eyes With A Fork Before I Would Give Away Your Secrets,” Simon Said, Then Looked Anxious. “wait A Second. Do You Think That’s Likely To Be Required?

This Was Jace Being Brave. Simon Thought, Brave And Snarky Because He Thought Lilith Was Going To Kill Him, And That Was The Way He Wanted To Go, Unafraid And On His Feet. Like A Warrior. The Way Shadowhunters Did. His Death Song Would Always Be This-jokes And Snideness And Pretend Arrogance, And That Look In His Eyes That Said 'i'm Better Than You'. Simon Just Hadn't Realized It Before.

You Are Home For Me Now." --jem To Tessa

What Would You Prefer? 'what Did The Count Eat Today, Children? One Helpless Villager, Two Helpless Villagers, Three Helpless Villagers….

I Didn't Know," He Said. "i Didn't Know You Needed Me." Her Voice Shook. "i Always Need You