( Her arm jerks sharp in his grasp, but she doesn't manage to break his grip. He's always been stronger than her, she's had to rely on doing the unexpected, on finding weaknesses. And without her stele, Clary's desperate to keep whatever power she has burning in her veins for as long as she can. But there's someone screaming, and she can't just sit back and let go. That isn't who she is.
So there's fire in her glare when she turns to him, her jaw tight. )
Heroics? Do you even know what that means?
( The worst part of all of this is that he could have been great. She'd liked him, once. Even before she'd know her brother was out there somewhere. Sebastian had been a good Shadowhunter, he'd helped Izzy, he'd helped her. But it was all a ploy, and that stung far more than it should.
The scream comes again, and her expression loses the anger. She's still trying to pinpoint the source, attention torn between the noise and her brother. ) Just let me go. If someone's hurt then they'll need help.
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So there's fire in her glare when she turns to him, her jaw tight. )
Heroics? Do you even know what that means?
( The worst part of all of this is that he could have been great. She'd liked him, once. Even before she'd know her brother was out there somewhere. Sebastian had been a good Shadowhunter, he'd helped Izzy, he'd helped her. But it was all a ploy, and that stung far more than it should.
The scream comes again, and her expression loses the anger. She's still trying to pinpoint the source, attention torn between the noise and her brother. ) Just let me go. If someone's hurt then they'll need help.