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Rhysand: “Nesta had successfully cloistered herself in some slummy apartment across the Sidra”

Cassian: “At that piece-of-shit apartment she insisted on living in. Across the city”

Cassian: “He surveyed the squalor and let out a low whistle. “You do know that you could hire a maid, don’t you?””

Cassian: “He sniffed once. Loudly. It said enough. “I’d hoped you at least changed the sheets between visitors, but … apparently that doesn’t bother you, either.””

Amren: ““You look horrible,” Amren said… . “though it’s hard to look good,” Amren went on, “when you’re out until the darkest hours of the night, drinking yourself stupid and fucking anything that comes your way.””

“It’s “raise awareness about BPD” until you see the self-harm, impulsivity, and mood swings. then they’re “crazy” and a “bad person.””

Cassian: “Your sisters love you. I can’t for the life of me understand why, but they do. If you can’t be bothered to try for my happy little circle’s sake, then at least try for them.”

Rhysand: “Some of the light had vanished from his violet eyes as he studied Nesta while she drank from her glass.”

Elain about Nesta being a part of their family: “Is she?” Elain sawed deep into the next loaf. “She certainly doesn’t act like it.”

“it’s “i support you” until it’s “not an excuse to act like that.””

Rhysand: “Nesta is … she’s Illyrian. I mean that as a compliment, but she’s an Illyrian at heart. So there is no excuse for her behavior.”

Feyre and Elain: “I’ll talk to her.” “Don’t,” Elain said flatly, starting once more into a walk, veils of steam drifting past her shoulders from the roasted rosemary potatoes in her hands, as if they were Azriel’s shadows. “She won’t listen.” Like hell she wouldn’t.

Cassian: “You,” Cassian said from the armchair to her left. “This bullshit behavior.”