Clary considered this. In their last conversation she'd been called an angel though she didn't feel very angel like. Watching the sword burn Jack made her reconsider that thought, as much as she didn't want to believe that there was something wrong with her, she knew that Alec was right.

But how could she be this person and have no memory of it? It didn't make sense and she couldn't ask the question out loud. It would make all of this feel real.

"I'll bring it by sometime. Maybe we can figure it out or you can teach me not to stab myself." It felt like a really awkward D&D game. "I know I don't have that mark." She pointed to the rune on the back of his hand. Her head tilted to the side, almost as if she could read it.