That's what comes out of him, before he can recover or pull himself together. He'd seen that drawing, knew how on target Clary was from the drawing she'd done of his own mother. He swallowed hard around the whole of it.
"I'm..."
What was he? He was being upset. He was being deeply sad and scared and hurt and it was slowly transforming into anger as he looked at Clary, how awkward she was, how shaken. Not at her, never at her. At the people who'd done that to her.
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That's what comes out of him, before he can recover or pull himself together. He'd seen that drawing, knew how on target Clary was from the drawing she'd done of his own mother. He swallowed hard around the whole of it.
"I'm..."
What was he? He was being upset. He was being deeply sad and scared and hurt and it was slowly transforming into anger as he looked at Clary, how awkward she was, how shaken. Not at her, never at her. At the people who'd done that to her.
"I'm all right."