Alec fixed her with a look for that one but didn't say anything. That statement was dangerous to someone like Alec, someone who doubted that he'd have any kind of meaningful relationship in his life and someone who was determined to get back home and give his father his weapon back.
Alec's future was one of solitude and loneliness. He assumed that his siblings would find someone to love and that he'd be left behind, left with running the Institute once his mother and father passed it onto him. He'd already watched it when they were both in Idris so in lieu of anything else, he'd have the Institute.
"I'm sure he wants it back," Alec eventually said. He hadn't picked up the guisearme to do anything but clean it since that first day. It was propped up near the front door of his apartment, shiny and dangerous looking. Ready for a fight. Ready to eradicate demons from this existence.
"I prefer the bow," he added after an awkward silence. "That or a seraph blade."
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Alec's future was one of solitude and loneliness. He assumed that his siblings would find someone to love and that he'd be left behind, left with running the Institute once his mother and father passed it onto him. He'd already watched it when they were both in Idris so in lieu of anything else, he'd have the Institute.
"I'm sure he wants it back," Alec eventually said. He hadn't picked up the guisearme to do anything but clean it since that first day. It was propped up near the front door of his apartment, shiny and dangerous looking. Ready for a fight. Ready to eradicate demons from this existence.
"I prefer the bow," he added after an awkward silence. "That or a seraph blade."