She stares at me, stunned. My expression is merely a mirror, I know.
I'm me.
She calls me by a false name, and I cannot tell if she knows who I am. Maybe when a lie is told for long enough, it becomes just as acceptable as the truth.
It's your brother, Clary. It's Jonathan. I'm here.
Apologies flow from my lips like the blood through which they are carried. I cannot tell which it is that chokes me; perhaps both.
And I'm sorry.
Is it possible to forgive me? She searches my face for the answers she desperately needs.
Don't. You have already found them.
I have to tell her there is no escape, and I know she hates me for it.
Rejoice in my death. I would rather see your smile than your tears.
I close my eyes and whisper to her of my dream.
It was the only one I ever had.
I can tell her of my hope for other worlds.
For a boy who got it right.
She says she does not hate me, but rather does not know me.
I find myself torn between which one is worse.
The demon blood is gone. Nothing forbids me from flying away now.
I will be lost like tears in the rain.
I have been alive every second and have yet to live a moment.
Hello, little sister.
...
It's good to finally meet you.
