Alec was quietly grateful that she didn't push him on the issue of his father. He'd been prepared to shut the conversation down and refuse to answer any further questions but she hadn't pressed. His father's guisearme had buoyed Alec's hopes at the time, given him hope that his father would understand if Alec decided to open up but that was all for not now.
His father wasn't here and the more Alec thought about it, the more he knew his father would never understand. His father had offered a weapon instead of encouraging words or a comforting touch. His father wanted nothing more for his son to be a strong warrior, carrying on the Lightwood name. His father wanted more than he was.
"This is a seraph blade," Alec said, pulling the blade from a sheathe at his waist. It was about the size of her short sword, possibly slightly longer, but it looked dull and blunt. In this form, it looked like any other short sword but Alec knew better.
The seraph blade was dormant, not yet named, and Alec wasn't sure if he'd ever name it since it was the only blade he had with him. Once it was used, it was gone.
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His father wasn't here and the more Alec thought about it, the more he knew his father would never understand. His father had offered a weapon instead of encouraging words or a comforting touch. His father wanted nothing more for his son to be a strong warrior, carrying on the Lightwood name. His father wanted more than he was.
"This is a seraph blade," Alec said, pulling the blade from a sheathe at his waist. It was about the size of her short sword, possibly slightly longer, but it looked dull and blunt. In this form, it looked like any other short sword but Alec knew better.
The seraph blade was dormant, not yet named, and Alec wasn't sure if he'd ever name it since it was the only blade he had with him. Once it was used, it was gone.