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[Objectively, most people would say he's better off here. This planet isn't soaked in radiation. He isn't spending five years on an abandoned husk of a space station, waiting until it's safe enough to get back to the ground again. There's more food and clean water and people than he's ever seen in his life, but he has no proof the Orbiters aren't going to screw him over somehow, so he can't help but be on edge. For Clary, though, he's sure there's no ambiguity. There's no reason for her to consider any of this even partially lucky. He reaches over to squeeze her arm softly.]

I'm sorry, Clary. I know you don't want to be here.