013. "What a waste." {Isabelle/Sebastian}

Jonathan Morgenstern looked at the battered figure of Isabelle Lightwood. He wiped the head of his hammer clean with one of the Penhallows' silk napkins and pocketed it.

What a waste.

Isabelle had seemed so strong, so fearless, so… fierce. She was a good fighter and an excellent fuck. He would have liked to keep her around – have both Isabelle and Clary on his side would have been delicious. It would have been a stronger Clave with them.

But the look on Isabelle's face when she saw her little brother's brain spilling out –

To be loved is to be destroyed.