“Herondales.“ Zachariah’s voice was a breath, half laughter, half pain. "I had almost forgotten. No other family does so much for love, or feels so much guilt for it. Don’t carry the weight of the world on you, Jace. It’s too heavy for even a Herondale to bear.”
They may be called the Palace Guard, the City Guard, or the Patrol. Whatever the name, their purpose in any work of heroic fantasy is identical: it is, round about Chapter Three (or ten minutes into the film) to rush into the room, attack the hero one at a time, and be slaughtered. No one ever asks them if they want to.
This book is dedicated to those fine men.
So...who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.
I did, I broke-
No, no you didn't. Isaka?
Don't look at me, look at Hatori.
What? I didn't break it.
Huh, that's weird, how'd you even know it was broken?
Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.
No, it's not-
If it matters, probably not, but Kisa was the last one to use it.
Liar! I don't even drink that crap!
Oh, really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles, everyone knows that, Mino!
Okay, okay! Let's not fight, I broke it, let me pay for it Takano-san.
No, who broke it?
Takano-san, Asahina has been awfully quiet.
*arguing ensues between everyone as Takano steps out of the room* Takano:
I broke it. It burned my hand so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with war paint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.