“I love you, Clary wanted to say. And, I would do it again. I would always ask for you.”

“The angel brought you back.""Because you asked him to. You could have anything alse in the world, and you asked for me.""But I dont want anything else in the world. I love you. I would do it again. I would ask for you.”

“And I would do it again. I love you, Jace Wayland-Herondale-Lightwood-whatever you want to call yourself. I don't care. I love you and I will always love you, and pretending it could be any other ways is just a waste of time.”

“You do not have to utter anything you do not want to utter,” I told her, and she said, “Then I would never utter another word again.” “You do not have to do anything that you do not want to do.” “Then I would never do anything again.”

“I would love to say how nice it is to see you again, but that would be a lie. And I am nothing if not honest.”

“And now I’m looking at you,” he said, “and you’re asking me if I still want you, as if I could stop loving you. As if I would want to give up the thing that makes me stronger than anything else ever has. I never dared give much of myself to anyone before – bits of myself to the Lightwoods, to Isabelle and Alec, but it took years to do it – but, Clary, since the first time I saw you, I have belonged to you completely. I still do. If you want me.”