Alec doesn't remember much of his human life, almost none at all.
Except one memory, just one.
He remembers being burnt, the flames creeping up his body and engulfing him.
He remembers the searing pain and his sister's screams from beside him.
Then he sees what Jane does to others.
He doesn't make comment on it, he doesn't dare.
Instead he watches silently; yet he can't stop comparing the screams his sister gave then, to the ones her victims give now.
He wants to help these victims but he can't. He knows that if he even tried, he might be the one giving the screams under Jane's torturous gaze next.