“Are you happy here?" I said at last.He considered this for a moment. "Not particularly," he said. "But you're not very happy where you are, either.”

“And the sad happiness said, "You know precisely when you're going to finish.”

“So you're trying to make her happy despite the fact that the reason she's unhappy in the first place is you," said Simon, not very kindly. "That seems contradictory, doesn't it?""Love is a contradiction," said Jace.”

“We don’t need a cure,” the other zombie said.“That’s right,” Scapegrace nodded.“We’re happy the way we are.”“Happy with the power,” Scapegrace clarified.“Very happy, just the two of us, and there’s nothing wrong with us either. It’s very natural in fact. Nothing to be ashamed of—”“Thrasher,” said Scapegrace, “shut up.”

“He made it very clear that he didn’t want me here,” she said at last. “That my remaining at the Institute is not the happy chance I thought it was. Not in his view.” “And after I just finished telling you why you should consider him family,” Jem said, a bit ruefully. “No wonder you looked as if I’d just told you something awful just happened.” “I’m sorry,” Tessa whispered. “Don’t be. It’s Will who ought to be sorry.” Jem’s eyes darkened. “We shall throw him out onto the streets,” he proclaimed. “I promise you he’ll be gone by morning.” Tessa started and sat upright. “Oh – no, you can’t mean that─” He grinned. “Of course I don’t. But you did feel better for a moment there, didn’t you?”

“I particularly like that last phrase," Mom said. "About protecting your own happiness.”