"My mother did her best to sever that connection back in Manhattan," Alec said, bitterness lacing his tone. He'd watch his mother turn her back on Jace, hand him over to an Inquisitor that clearly had a chip on her shoulder and allow Jace to be imprisoned in the cells in the Silent City.
Jace couldn't control who raised him, whose blood he had flowing through his veins and yet he'd been punished for it. He'd been shown that the mistakes of the father were also the mistakes of the son in his case and Alec had watched it break Jace down, tear him apart. Jace had tried to hide it, make it seem like it was fine and he was fine but Alec knew better. He knew better than to think any of this was all right.
"They took Jace in but they turned away from him pretty quickly. When they heard something they didn't like..."
Alec trailed off because the rest didn't need to be said. Whenever Alec thought about being honest with his parents, something like this happened and he retreated further back and away, unwilling to be turned against as well.
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Jace couldn't control who raised him, whose blood he had flowing through his veins and yet he'd been punished for it. He'd been shown that the mistakes of the father were also the mistakes of the son in his case and Alec had watched it break Jace down, tear him apart. Jace had tried to hide it, make it seem like it was fine and he was fine but Alec knew better. He knew better than to think any of this was all right.
"They took Jace in but they turned away from him pretty quickly. When they heard something they didn't like..."
Alec trailed off because the rest didn't need to be said. Whenever Alec thought about being honest with his parents, something like this happened and he retreated further back and away, unwilling to be turned against as well.