Maia: There are worse things than being locked out of the Seely realm...and being drenched. We’re going to figure this out. Simon: You’ve already done so much. Maia: Simon! I care about you, so until you tell me to back off, I’m going to be right here wringing out your jacket. Got it? Simon: Okay. Maia: Let’s get you some dry clothes, warm blood, and a shower. Simon: What about the mark? [She touches his shoulder] Maia: Just try not to piss anyone off and we’ll deal with it in the morning.
Jonathan: Awfully confident, aren’t you? Coming after me all alone. [The two fight swords] Jace: Why Morgan? What are you doing with these Mundanes? Jonathan: You never could beat me in a fair fight, could you? Jace: Looks like we’re about to find out. Jonathan: Ahhh, there it is, the famous Morgenstern swagger. Is it Wayland? Herondale? Lightwood? It’s hard to keep track of exactly who you are, isn’t it? [Jonathan hits Jace] Jonathan: We are much more alike than you think, you and I. Jace: I’m nothing like you. Jonathan: You are exactly like me. Except, of course, I’m stronger. Spend enough time in Edom, it has a way of...toughening you up. Jace: I look forward to sending you back.