[ she tilts herself closer to get a glimpse of the page when he stops and turns to her, aware it could be anyone or anything that's piqued interest. sometimes it's easy to forget how different every refugee is and where they come from; bellamy, in particular, is similar to jyn. neither of them scream space, and yet clary knows they've both encountered technology that would make her head spin. ]

Brooklyn, New York. I don't know if I did it much justice.

[ if she sounds nostalgic, almost wistful, it's because she is. nostalgic can't ensure she's gotten the details just right, nevertheless, especially when it's been some time since she's been home instead of starting anew in the new york institute. ]

Right behind my mom's loft. Definitely not the safest place to grow up, but it was ours.

[ the graffiti on the walls in the sketch should make that apparent, but clary can't ever say she was left wanting for much in the way of anything material, even so. ]