“Are you really, though?” Luke crouched beside Clary’s seat, gaze full of concern. “Clary, you’ve been missing for months. T-they thought you were dead. How can you possibly just show up perfectly fine after so long?”
Clary tried to keep the memories to herself, and she suddenly understood why Jace trained so often. “I just…I need people to stop asking me questions, Luke.” she replied, but her vision blurred as she watched him. “I don’t know how I got back and I don’t care. I just want people to be happy I’m home.”
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