Disclaimer: Own nothing, pwn nothing. Jace/Simon Friendship.
'You're leaving?'
He spread his hands, a decisive gesture that somehow did not quite fit with the context. 'It would have happened eventually.'
The man crossed his arms over his chest, fingernails digging into skin. 'The Mark.' It was not a question, but a plain statement of fact.
'Among other things,' was the reply. He looked down at the city lights, glittering brightly, a spread of landscape canvas.
They stood together on the edge of the roof, twenty-two and sixteen (always and forever, never changing), two angels lording over the city at night, one light, one dark.
'Why now? What changed?'
'What changed?' A bitter laugh sounded, disembodied by the slight wind and echoes. 'Everything changed, Jace.
'Everything except me.'