“Mental face palm. Suddenly I wasn't sure there was enough room on the campus for both me and his ego.”

“I am an ant in the battlefield of the gods. There's no room for pride or ego, and barely enough room for survival.”

“I am one of the Clave. It's in my blood and bones. So tell me, if you're so sure this wasn't my fault, why is it that the first thought in my mind when I saw Abbadon wasn't for my fellow warriors but for you?" His other hand came up; he was holding her face, prisoned between his palms. "I know-I knew-Alec wasn't acting like himself. I knew something was wrong. But all I could think about was you...”

“He looked both proud and guilty of something. As if happiness was a reward and he wasn't sure he'd done enough to deserve it.”

“She looked across the room at Will , she wasn't sure why, only to find that he was looking back at her. They both glanced hastily away.”

“Sure. My ego's had enough time to recover a modicum of dignity. Let's make sure we crush it again before I mistake myself for a god. -Acheron”