[ He looks as serious as he did before she raised her head, if not more so, but something softens around the edges as he sees the tear-tracks down her face. ]

I don't care what anyone else thinks, we know the truth. That's all that really matters. [ It's the fact that she apologises that breaks something, chest aching like he's been punched. His voice is softer, aiming for soothing and reassuring. ] It's not your fault, Clary. None of it is your fault.