If she'd felt the first stirrings of anger before, it swells now like a flame through her chest, burning her inside out. It wouldn't be as bad, she thinks, if it were almost anyone else. But Magnus has always walked a thin line between caring about Shadowhunters and wanting nothing to do with them. He might be sorry, but she doesn't know if he means he's sorry it happened or sorry she found out, sorry she knows now that he's lied to her all this time. She remembers waking up in this city, listening to him telling her that they won the war and being so relieved. He could have told her then. He should have told her then.
"Are you?" she shoots back, struggling to push herself up more. She doesn't want to have this argument while she's so clearly at a disadvantage, where she's stuck lying here with her leg under his control. She doesn't think he'd be that petty, but then, she thought she knew a lot of things about Magnus. "You knew the whole time," she says, her voice torn between anguish and anger. There's so much he's always known, so many things being forced on her at once. Max is at the heart of everything, the thing clouding everything else with pain, but there's more, too, like the way he walked away from Alec, leaving him miserable.
Isabelle remembers Alec trudging through Hell, desperate to find Magnus but with no idea how he would be received, and she wants to punch him. She wants to hit him for Max, for Alec, for herself, but she resists. He's still practically her family and she wants so badly for him to have a good excuse, but she has a feeling there isn't going to be one.
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Date: 2017-01-22 07:29 am (UTC)"Are you?" she shoots back, struggling to push herself up more. She doesn't want to have this argument while she's so clearly at a disadvantage, where she's stuck lying here with her leg under his control. She doesn't think he'd be that petty, but then, she thought she knew a lot of things about Magnus. "You knew the whole time," she says, her voice torn between anguish and anger. There's so much he's always known, so many things being forced on her at once. Max is at the heart of everything, the thing clouding everything else with pain, but there's more, too, like the way he walked away from Alec, leaving him miserable.
Isabelle remembers Alec trudging through Hell, desperate to find Magnus but with no idea how he would be received, and she wants to punch him. She wants to hit him for Max, for Alec, for herself, but she resists. He's still practically her family and she wants so badly for him to have a good excuse, but she has a feeling there isn't going to be one.