"Alec?" Jace momentarily forgot everything, including the fact that Alec was back home. He was so real. Too real. The voice, the 'quit being an idiot', even the way he moved. He knew Alec better than anyone because Alec was the better half of himself. He'd forgotten that part somewhere along the way to finding himself here.

It made him feel unexpectedly exposed to be staring at Alec as if he wanted nothing more than to hug him and hold on to him so he focused on something he could put between his imaginary parabatai and himself.

"You call this an archangel?" He attempted amused disbelief, but beneath that was uncertainty and the memory of an angel who had been tortured and used.