Raphael Santiago: Every day I worked in that soup kitchen, I dreamed about you... walking through that front door. I tried to think of what I'd say.

Izzy Lightwood: You don't have to say anything.

Raphael Santiago: And yet, this is my last chance. Never being able to see your face again... That's the price I must pay.

Izzy Lightwood: Raphael...

Raphael Santiago: Just... I just want you to know... that I will always care about you.