You Asked Me Who I Belong To.

What About Isabelle?" Simon Asked. "where Is She?" The Humor, Such As It Was, Left Jace's Expression. "she Won't Come Out Of Her Room," He Said. "she Thinks That What Happened To Max Was Her Fault. She Won't Even Come To The Funeral." "have You Tried Talking To Her?" "no," Jace Said, "we've Been Punching Her Repeatedly In The Face Instead. Why, Do You Think That Won't Work?" "just Thought I'd Ask." Simon's Tone Was Mild.

I Used To Think If I Married Master Jem—” Sophie Picked At The Blanket, Then Looked Up And Smiled Bleakly. “you Haven’t Broken His Heart Yet, Have You?” “no,” Tessa Said. Just Torn My Own In Two. “i Haven’t Broken His Heart At All.

I Don’t Know What To Do,” Will Said. “mortmain Has Taken Tessa, And I Believe Now I Know Where She Might Be. There Is A Part Of Me That Wants Nothing More Than To Go After Her. But I Cannot Leave Jem. I Swore An Oath. And What If He Wakes In The Night And Finds I Am Not Here?” He Looked As Lost As A Child. “he Will Think I Left Him Willingly, Not Caring That He Was Dying. He Will Not Know. And Yet If He Could Speak, Would He Not Tell Me To Go After Tessa? Is That Not What He Would Want?” Will Dropped His Face Into His Hands. “i Cannot Say, And It Is Tearing Me In Half.

There Is More To Someone Being Lovable Than The Way They Look.

What You Said Was True. We Don't Live Or Love In A Vacuum. There Are People Around Us Who Care About Us Who Would Be Hurt, Maybe Destroyed If We Let Ourselves Feel What We Might Want To Feel.