Alec Lightwood: At Magnus’s. The demon… image of you.
Jace Wayland: That? You love me… so? I love you, too, Alec. Come on, man. We’re parabatai. We’re brothers. We’ve spent almost our whole lives together. How could we not love each other? This is what’s been bothering you? Seriously?
Alec Lightwood: Yeah. You’re right. That’s true. I just thought you’d think that…
Jace Wayland: What? Whatever, okay.
Alec Lightwood: You have every right to be mad at me.
Jace Wayland: What did you do? Throw my leather jacket in the washing machine again?
Jace Wayland (to Clary): The blade never dims. It's saying you belong together. You're part angel, Clary... like all Shadowhunters. It's not something you understand in your mind. It's something you know because it's pulsing through your body. It's in your blood.
Jace Wayland (to Clary): All the legends are true. We're Shadowhunters. We protect the human world from the demon world.