"It’s not like it’s one big bad thing. It’s a lot of little invisible things. When Magnus and I were traveling, and I’d call from the road, Dad never asked how he was. When I get up to talk in Clave meetings, no one listens, and I don’t know if that’s because I’m young or it it’s because of something else. I saw Mom talking to a friend about her grandchildren and the second I walked into the room they shut up. Irons Cartwright told me it was a pity no one would ever inherit my blue eyes now. It’s not a stab wound you can protect me from. It’s a million little paper cuts every day"