“An attack on the Institute. Yes. Earlier this afternoon. Forsaken—probably a few dozen
of them.”“Jace,” Clary whispered. “The Lightwoods—”
“The hellsmoke muted my ability to fight the Forsaken efectively. Theirs, too. I had to
send them through the Portal into Idris.”
“But none of them were hurt?”
“Madeleine,” said Magnus. “Madeleine was killed. I’m sorry, Clary.”
Clary sank down onto the steps. She hadn’t known the older woman well, but Madeleine
had been a tenuous connection to her mother—her real mother, the tough, ghting
Shadowhunter that Clary had never known.
“Clary?” Luke was coming up the path through the gathering dark. He had Clary’s
suitcase in one hand. “What’s going on?”
Clary sat hugging her knees while Magnus explained. Underneath her pain for Madeleine she was full of a guilty relief. Jace was all right. The Lightwoods were all right.
She said it over and over to herself, silently. Jace is all right.
— City of Glass by Cassandra Clare
Chapter 2: The Demon Towers of Alicante
Last week, I told you about my revelation that Clary was a psychopath to Jace’s sociopath? Yeah, once again Cassandra Clare gives us some more nice proof of here! There is no worry about the Lightwoods, no grief over Madeline. No, Clary sees Madeline as a means to an end. Yes, she didn’t know Madeline all that well because Madeline was clearly supposed to be only a plot device.
However, you don’t have to know someone to feel empathy for someone’s death. Right now as I’m writing this, I’m thinking about the 17 children that murdered in a school shooting. I didn’t know any of those children, but I have been grieving their loss all day and I’m trying not to cry as I write this; so there’s that.
I honestly think with faced with the same situation Clary wouldn’t care at all.
It isn’t about Jace, Clary simply doesn’t a give a damn.
And I have to seriously laugh at how Clare tries to lampshade it with bringing up Clary’s mother after Clare has made abundantly clear that she doesn’t love her mother at all. Just like Madeline, her own mother is just a means to an end.
Now, that I got that out of the way. If you guys don’t mind, I have to go to comfort myself by watching Yuri on Ice and eating copious amounts of after Valentine’s day discounted chocolate.