You're not going,"he said as soon as she'd finished. "if i have to tie you up and sit on you until this insane whim of yurs passes, you are not going to idris." clary felt as if he'd slapped her. She had thought he'd be pleased. She'd run all the way from the hospital to the institute to tell him, and here he was standing in the entryway glaring at her with a look of grim death. "but you're going.
Heavy misfortunes have befallen us, but let us only cling closer to what remains, and transfer our love for those whom we have lost to those who yet live. Our circle will be small, but bound close by the ties of affection and mutual misfortune. And when time shall have softened your despair, new and dear objects of care will be born to replace those of whom we have been so cruelly deprived.