Then Again, It Was Jace.

The More You Try To Crush Your True Nature, The More It Will Control You. Be What You Are. No One Who Really Loves You Will Stop.

Dudes," He Said, "do Not Follow Other Dudes To The Bathroom." Isabelle Sighed. "latent Homosexual Panic Will Do You In Every Time

Her Name Rang In Will's Mind Like The Chime Of A Bell; He Wondered If Any Other Name On Earth Had Such An Inescapable Resonance To It. She Couldn't Have Been Named Something Awful, Could She, Like Mildred. He Couldn't Imagine Lying Awake At Night, Staring Up At The Ceiling While Invisible Voices Whispered 'mildred' In His Ears. But Tessa--

Tessa Is Gone, And Every Moment She Is Gone Is A Knife Ripping Me Apart From The Inside. She Is Gone, And They Cannot Track Her, And I Have No Idea Where To Go Or What To Do Next, And The Only Person I Can Imagine Speaking My Agony To Is The One Person Who Cannot Know.

It's My Cologne. Eau De Recent Injury." (jace)