She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into his body, the map of a life of endless war.
She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into his body, the map of a life of endless war.
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-
Shadowhunters don't say good-bye, not before a battle. Or good luck. You must behave as if return is certain, not a matter of chance
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