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So You Decided To Help Us By Killing The Guy We Were Talking To?" Clary Demanded "because You Thought He Had A Shady Past? Who- Who Does That? It Doesnt Make Any Sense.

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.

They All Have Always Loved You, Will Herondale, For You Cannot Hide What Is Good About Yourself, However Hard You Try.

Who Am I?” He Whispered. “for Years I Pretended I Was Other Than I Was, And Then I Gloried That I Might Return To The Truth Of Myself, Only To Find There Is No Truth To Return To. I Was An Ordinary Child, And Then I Was A Not Very Good Man, And Now I Do Not Know How To Be Either Of Those Things Any Longer. I Do Not Know What I Am, And When Jem Is Gone, There Will Be No One To Show Me.

Don't Screech Like That. You'll Wake The Dead.