Hate me. Rejoice when I die. The last thing I would want now would be to bring you more grief.

I've never felt so...light

Maybe I hoped the Shadowhunters would come, but they didn’t.Someone else came instead. A pack of scruffy mundane boys, who wantedto defend their streets from the monster. They all died, except one. Healways did what he set out to do. He killed the monster. He was myRaphael.

It was easier to die protecting the people you loved than to watch them die in your stead. What horrific choices mortality had to offer.

When the soul has left the body, it belongs to death. And it cannot be taken back without a price.