“Eu não gosto de refrigerante sem gás. Eu não gosto de boybands de má qualidade. Eu não gosto de estar preso no trânsito. Eu não gosto de dever de casa de matemática. Eu
odeio o Jace. Viu a diferença?”
Alec’s breathing had slowed. “I know,” he said. “I’m not jealous. I always knew, from the first, that everyone thought you were better than me. My dad thought it. The Clave thought it. Izzy and Max looked up to you as the great warrior they wanted to be like. But that day you asked me to be your parabatai, I knew you meant that you trusted me enough to ask me to help you. You were telling me that you weren’t the lone and self-sufficient warrior able to do everything alone. You needed me. So I realized that there was one person who didn’t assume you were better than me. You.”
"There are all sorts of ways of being better," Jace said. "I knew that even then. I might be physically stronger, but you have the truest heart of everyone I’ve ever known, and the strongest faith in other people, and in that way you are better than I could ever hope to be."
Alec looked at him with surprised eyes.
"The best thing Valentine ever did for me was send me to you," Jace added. "You’re parents, sure, but mainly you."