I really like that stick of yours

"I like that stick of yours," he said.
"It's a staff." Jem swung out to knock another automaton sideaways.
"Made by the Iron Sisters, only for Silent Brothers."
Will lunged forward, slicing his blade cleanly through the neck of another automaton.
Its head rolled to the ground, and a mixture of oil and vapor poured from its ragged throat.
"Anyone can sharpen a stick."
"It's a staff!"
[...]
As metal rang on metal, some inner part of Jem,
some part that had been lost without his even knowing it was lost,
felt the pleasure of fighting together with Will one last time.
"Whatever you say, James," said Will.
"Whatever you say."



Will and Jem belong to wonderful Cassandra Clare
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