You Could Say Anything You Wanted To

Stop. I Don't Do You Favors, Alec. I Do Things For You Because - Well, Why Do You Think I Do Them?" Something Rose Up In Alec's Throat, Cutting Off His Response. It Was Always Like This When He Was With Magnus. It Was As If There Were A Bubble Of Pain Or Regret That Lived Inside His Heart, And When He Wanted To Say Something, Anything, That Seemed Meaningful Or True, It Rose Up And Choked Off His Words. "i Need To Get Back To The Ship," He Said, Finally.

So You’re Suggesting We Take The Train Up To York, Meet A Ninety-year-old Man, Leap On Him, And Yank Out His Hair? I’m Sure The Clave Will Be Ecstatic.” “they’ll Just Say You’re Mad,” Said Jessamine. “they Already Think It, So What’s The Difference, Really?

There's Nothing You Could Have Done That Would Cause Me To Cease Loving Either Of You. Will Is Myself, My Own Soul, And If I Am Not To Have The Keeping Of Your Heart, Then There Is Not Other I Would Rather Have That Honor.

Would You Like To Meet Him? I Could Summon Him Up In A Trice Of You Like. Being A Warlock, And All.

Someday, Will, I Will Go Where None Can Follow Me, And I Think It Will Be Sooner Rather Than Later. Have You Ever Asked Yourself Why I Agreed To Be Your Parabatai?