Jonathan: See, I may be grotesque in my own skin, but with it I have power that you could only dream of. Valentine: Then why keep the Verlac boy's visage if you're weaker for it? Jonathan: I think it rather suits me, don't you? As so does the accent. A bit more charming than a demonic beast with burnt flesh. Valentine: Jonathan, I know what I did to you was horrific, but let me make it up to you. Azazel was after the Mortal Cup. Unchain me and it's yours. Jonathan: You still don't understand, do you? See, I don't give a damn about your Mortal Instruments. I used Azazel to stage an attack against the Lightwood girl in order to gain access to the Institute. Whatever he did after that, however amusing, was none of my concern. Valentine: And then you wouldn't take me here to just torture me to death? So what are you planning? Jonathan: Don't worry, Father. You'll find out soon enough.
Jonathan: I've spent years clinging to my memories of freedom, imagining what I'd feel when I finally made it back. Would I be happy? Angry? As hard as I tried, I could never quite picture it. In the end I felt nothing, just the unforgiving cold of the winter air. [He pushes Valentine forward] Jonathan: I guess it's true what they say. You can never go back home.