Jace wanted to tell her it was as simple as Magnus wavering his arms about, but it wasn’t. Death was final. For anyone. Mortal or immortal. “Look…Clary…I know how hard this is for you. And i think we both know i wasn’t exactly team Jocelyn but I would never have wished this upon her. I just.” he sighed as he tried to think of the right words.“ She is gone. We just have to expect that. There is no ‘thing’ we can do. Lots of warlocks wouldn’t even dare to trend those that do get it wrong and end up conjuring demonic entities…and after what just happened…I am pretty sure we don’t want that.” he gently ran his hand over her back. It was the best he could do. “This is part of what being a shadowhunter is about, Clary… We die. Young. That’s how it always has been.”
“I never asked to be a shadowhunter, I don’t want that” She muttered and looked up at Jace “She wasn’t suppose to die and I tried to do everything to help her, that warlock tricked me and…yeah, maybe it wasn’t right but I just want to do something, not all the warlocks are bad, I just…I can’t feel anything, Jace, I can’t stop thinking about her and I don’t know how to deal with this, I feel like everything is just a mess, I never told her that I loved her and I never had the chance to tell her how much I care about her because I was fighting with her all this time, I want just a bit more time with my mom, that’s all…” She felt now some tears rolling down her cheeks, she was feeling very sad about everything, she couldn’t help herself.