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“Mama, Mama, put me to bed
I won’t make it home, I’m already half-dead
I met an Invalid, and fell for his art
He showed me his smile, and went straight for my heart.”
― Lauren Oliver, Requiem

“Take down the walls.”
― Lauren Oliver, Requiem

“Clary," he whispered. There was a thump, and she realized he had fallen to his kees by the side of her bed. She didn't move, but her body tightened. His voice was a whisper. "Clary, it's me. It's me.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

“Tessa reached to brush the damp hair from his forehead. He leaned into her touch, his eyes closing. “Jem—have you ever—” She hesitated. “Have you ever thought of ways to prolong your life that are not a cure for the drug?”
 
At that his eyelids flew open. “What do you mean?”
 
She thought of Will, on the floor of the attic, choking on holy water. “Becoming a vampire. You would live forever—”
 
He scrambled upright against the pillows of the bed. “Tessa, no. Don’t—you can’t think that way.”
 
 “Is the thought of becoming a Downworlder truly so horrible to you?”
 
“Tessa …” He exhaled slowly. “I am a Shadowhunter. Nephilim. Like my parents before me. It is the heritage I claim, just as I claim my mother’s heritage as part of myself. It does not mean I hate my father. But I honor the gift they gave me, the blood of the Angel, the trust placed in me, the vows I have taken. Nor, I think, would I make a very good vampire. [redacted for spoilers] I would no longer be Will’s parabatai, no longer be welcome in the Institute. No, Tessa. I would rather die and be reborn and see the sun again, than live to the end of the world without daylight.”
 
“A Silent Brother, then,” she said. 
 
His eyes softened slightly. “The path of Silent Brotherhood is not open to me.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess