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Jace sat on the bank of the river, staring at the ground in front of him but seeing nothing. Alec approached his parabatai, ready to see what injuries needed tending to post-battle. When he got close, Jace started talking, not looking at him.
“She’s dead.”
“Who’s dead?”
“The Inquisitor,” Jace replied. “She had to get in one more blow, so she saved my life and told me my father would have been proud of me. Of course he would have been proud of me for causing the Inquisitor’s death. She was relentless in tracking down and prosecuting Circle members.”
Alec looked at Jace with a confused look. “Why would she save you? You're the son of the man she hates the most and she was ready to sacrifice you to get the Mortal Cup?”
“I… have no idea,” Jace said after a pause.
It bothered Jace, but he had other things to worry about, things much more important.
