Our Souls Are Knit. We Are One

You Don't Get It, Clary. You Don't Understand What It's Like To Live Always At War, To Grow Up With Battle And Sacrifice. I Guess It's Not Your Fault. It's Just How You Were Brought Up-

Were You Thinking About Eating Me?” Will Inquired. “no!” “no One Would Blame You,” Said Jem. “he’s Very Annoying.

He's Not In A Very Good Mood," Said Luke, Pausing In Front Of A Closed Door. "i Shut Him Up In Freaky Pete's Office After He Nearly Killed Half My Pack With His Bare Hands. He Wouldn't Talk To Me, So"—luke Shrugged—"i Thought Of You." He Looked From Clary's Baffled Face To Simon's. "what?" "i Can't Believe He Came Here," Clary Said. "i Can't Believe You Know Someone Named Freaky Pete," Said Simon. "i Know A Lot Of People," Said Luke. "not That Freaky Pete Is Strictly People, But I'm Hardly One To Talk.

Weapons, When They Break And Are Mended, Can Be Stronger At The Mended Places. Perhaps Hearts Are The Same.

I'm Magnus Bane." He Went On In A Soothing Tone, Stretching Out His Ringed Hands. Blue Sparks Had Begun To Dance Between Them Like Bioluminescence Dancing Water. "i'm The Warlock Who's Here To Cure You. Didn't They Tell You I Was Comming?" "i Know Who You Are, But..." Maia Looked Dazed. "you Look So... So... Shiny.