Magnus: I’ve had many, many happy memories in this apartment. But, at the end of the day, it’s just a thing. But my magic, it makes me feel alive. Yes, I can do fabulous tricks, jet around the world, and help the people I love, but more than that, magic connects me to ... everything around me. Without magic, I feel like a stranger. The world keeps on going, and it’s like I’m not a part of it. It’s like suddenly I don’t matter. Alec: Magus, of course, you matter! Magnus: I know. I know, Alexander. Everyone does, but without magic, I can’t feel it. This apartment is not important; I have you and I have my magic. Truly that is enough.
Jace: You experimented on me? Valentine: I made you stronger, faster; more lethal than any other Shadowhunter. Jace: Why? Valentine: To create the perfect weapon, the ideal marriage of good and evil: A Shadowhunter with pure demon blood.