"But I don't. My siblings were the ones who were beautiful." Confusion kept him from feeling the usual pang of sorrow that accompanied thoughts of Izzy and Jace. "They were the ones who were brilliant." Both mentally and physically. They had been like the sun while Alec had been... There was a reason why his parents hadn't protested Alec being chosen instead of the rest of their children.

Silently he trailed behind Adam, barely paying attention to Emily as she wound around his legs. He'd done something wrong, but he wasn't sure what. Jace and Izzy would have known. Max probably would have understood it too. "I'm not special, Adam." Maybe admitting that would help correct whatever he'd done wrong. "Not like they were or like you."