“When I learned to fight, I was dying from slow poison,” said Jem. “… And I was, yes, still faster than you.” 

Kit laughed. His eyes were Herondale eyes, but his laugh was all his own, mischievous and cynical and a little innocent, despite that. 

“Train with me,” said Kit. 

Jem smiled. 

“What?” Kit asked anxiously. “Do you … not want to?” 

“I said that to somebody once,” said Jem. “A long time ago. He did train with me. And now I’ll train you.”