Jace hates me, she thought. Amatis hates me. I never got to say good-bye to Simon. My mother’s dying. And Luke has abandoned me. I’m alone. I’ve never been so alone, and it’s all my own fault.
City of Glass by Cassandra Clare
Chapter 6: Bad Blood
God, this is fake as hell! Honestly, it’s Clary is honestly acting badly instead of exhibiting any real emotions. This is all just fuel for my theory that Clary is a psychopath to Jace’s sociopath. There is not one real emotion here, and in the end, it’s all about her.
It’s never about really examining how Clary’s own actions and her stubborn arrogance that everything she does is right has gotten her in this situation. Re-read those words, and you see not a lick of remorse for what she has done, what position she has put not only Luke in but Amatis as well. It’s all” “They all hate me, and after burning all of my bridges I’m alone.”
Well, as I often say on this blog: CRY MOAR LITTLE CHICKEN!
I don’t feel sorry for Clary Fray, not one little bit. Clary is a child true enough and children even in their adolescence are prone to selfishness and arrogance. God knows I did as a teenager. However, any bit of my sympathy goes right out of the fucking window when you keep making the same mistake over and over again and never learn or grow from that mistake.
Especially, when a person has yet to show any real basic and sincere human empathy up to this point. So no, Clary Fray can cry all she wants, but I will never ever feel sorry for her when she brought all of this on herself and still refuses to change. \