Bitten? You Mean You're A-" "a Werewolf,"

She Shook Her Head. She Was So Pale Under The Diffuse Lamp-light That She Looked Almost Transparent, As If Simon Could Have Looked Right Through Her. The Way, He Supposed, He Always Had.

You Couldn't Change The Past. You Could Only Go Forward

He Was The One She Was Doing All This For, But Sometimes She Missed Him So Much It Felt Like She Swallowed Broken Glass.

Simon!” The Voice Was Clary’s. He Would Know It Anywhere. He Wondered If His Mind Was Conjuring It Up Now, A Sense Memory Of What He’d Most Loved During Life To Carry Him Through The Process Of Death. “simon, You Stupid Idiot! I’m Over Here! At The Window!” Simon Jumped To His Feet. He Doubted His Mind Would Conjure That Up.

It's Been So Long That I Think I Was Unsettled By The Idea Of Feeling Like I Belonged Anywhere. But You Made Me Feel Like I Belong.