Willโs voice dropped. โEveryone makes mistakes, Jem.โ โYes,โ said Jem. โYou just make more of them than most people.โ โI โโ โYou hurt everyone,โ said Jem. โEveryone whose life you touch.โ โNot you,โ Will whispered. โI hurt everyone but you. I never meant to hurt you.โ Jem put his hands up, pressing his palms against his eyes. โWill โโ โYou canโt never forgive me,โ Will said in disbelief, hearing the panic tinging his own voice. โIโd be โโ โAlone?โ Jem lowered his hand, but he was smiling now, crookedly. โAnd whose fault is that?
Cassandra ClareOh, its big enough,โ he said patronizingly, โbut somehow I was expectingโฆyou know.โ He gestured with his hands, indicating something roughly the size of a house cat. โItโs the Mortal Cup, Jace, not the Mortal Toilet Bowl,โ said Isabelle. -Jace & Isabelle, pg.349-
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