Will: What makes you think I want to use this sword to duel to the death with Gabriel Lightwood?
Jem: I don't know, maybe the glint in your eye when I gave it to you? Or perhaps the fact that you whispered-- quite demonically, I might add-- "Lightworm" as soon as you touched it?
Will: It's like you don't even know me, James! Why would I do something so horrid?
Jem: Because your my Will, and I know you better than you know yourself, my parabatai.
Will: Thank the Angel for that.











