White is the color of mourning for Shadowhunters. Today, the family stood silent, cloaked in white, as Max Lightwood was buried forever.
Jace could see Maryse, silent tears dripping down her pale face, Robert with his arm around her, trying to stay stoic for now.
Isabelle was muffling her sobs in Alec's shirt, and her brother was holding her, tears of his own falling into her hair.
He himself was standing off to the side. Max hadn't been his brother, not really. He wasn't one of the Lightwoods. He had no right to share in their pain, to dress in white.
He was the son of a demon.