I don’t like you.
I would have never guessed.
Better? I’m not supposed to exist. It doesn’t matter. Leave me alone okay?
“No. You shouldn’t, but neither should I. I should have died circa early 1500s red faced from wine and most likely stabbed while trying to protect the Pope. My sister and brothers should wept over my corpse but they didn’t and this probably isn’t helping at all but just because you weren’t part of God’s original design when he came up with the whole species thing, does not make you any less inferior. You shouldn’t allow others to make you feel so.”
But you said it yourself. I’m not a shadowhunter. And if I’m not a shadowhunter, then what am I?
“You’re better. You have the ability to choose whatever path you want, clearly you want the ‘hunter side but that doesn’t have to mean that shun your vampiric abilities. Use them to your advantage.”
“Have you seen me? I’m perfect.” Seraphina replied, crossing her arms.
“I never said there was anything wrong with your physical appearance, I’m judging you for being insecure about your background. Call me… whatever but as far as I’m concerned no one should be insecure about their background.”