[faded mind]

“i belong to you. your blood is my blood, your bones my bones.”

Veni. I have come.

“Don’t forgive me,” he whispered. “Hate me. Rejoice that I’m dead. After all I have done, the last thing I would wish to bring to you was more grief.”

“Jonathan,” Clary whispered.

His eyes moved toward her. “And sisters,” he said. “Do sisters forgive?”