Clary has always tried her hardest, is the thing. Even in the beginning, when her mother went missing and all roads led to Valentine, even then she couldn't have believed badly of Jace. He was misguided, he was confused. The man to blame had been like a father to him, and so of course he'd been disbelieving. It had come out in fits and starts, that he'd been the man her mother had run from all those years ago, her actual father, a monster with a polite smile. She'd begged Jace to see then, pleaded with him for days and days until neither of them could take it anymore.
It had taken them both a long time and a lot of pain to cut the soft parts free. Now there's nothing left.
Clary's chin tips up, lamplight glinting off her hair. She knows not to give him too much space, but for now she stays where she is, feet firmly planted and a weapon in her hand. She looks like her father, in that there's no emotion left. )
Then I guess you're gonna have to come through me.
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Clary has always tried her hardest, is the thing. Even in the beginning, when her mother went missing and all roads led to Valentine, even then she couldn't have believed badly of Jace. He was misguided, he was confused. The man to blame had been like a father to him, and so of course he'd been disbelieving. It had come out in fits and starts, that he'd been the man her mother had run from all those years ago, her actual father, a monster with a polite smile. She'd begged Jace to see then, pleaded with him for days and days until neither of them could take it anymore.
It had taken them both a long time and a lot of pain to cut the soft parts free. Now there's nothing left.
Clary's chin tips up, lamplight glinting off her hair. She knows not to give him too much space, but for now she stays where she is, feet firmly planted and a weapon in her hand. She looks like her father, in that there's no emotion left. )
Then I guess you're gonna have to come through me.
( She's not letting him go. )