Alec felt terrible. Clary and Magnus had finally returned from Ragnor's with the Book of the White which, according to Magnus, had the reverse spell to wake their mother up, but it came at a cost. Ragnor has been attacked and killed whilst Alec had been worrying about protecting the Mortal Instrument. He should've been there. To help save Ragnor, Magnus' friend. Magnus' once clean apartment was now filled to the brim with old relics and furniture he'd brought back from Ragnor's.

"I'm sorry, I should've come with you," Alec said in a quiet voice. He felt helpless, watching from the inside out as the man he deeply cared for mourning the loss of his friend. And it hurt Alec in ways he'd had considered until now. In less than 80 years, this will be him after losing Clary or his mother. He's a warlock, an immortal being which would live until someone came along and killed him. Whilst he wants to spend as much of his eternal life with Magnus. The fact that one day he'll be all alone waiting for the inevitable to come that is if he survives this war against Valentine. In less than 24 hours he'd be taking to the streets of New York trying to lure Valentine to him. It'll all come down to who is stronger, who will walk away from that fight alive. If he dies tomorrow, then at least he knows he did it, fighting for what he believes in.

"It's not your fault, Alexander. We should have expected Valentine would send something our way." Magnus said, putting the photo album he'd been flicking through down on the small table beside him.

"Can't help it?" Alec said, slumping onto the sofa, sliding down into his seat as he looked up at the ceiling, "Feels like I could've helped had I been there".

"Alexander, no matter how powerful we warlocks are. We can't be in a million places at once. What you were doing equally important, had Valentine got the Mortal Instruments then we will lose everything, you had to prioritise hiding them. You made the right decision," Magnus said. It didn't stop Alec from feeling guilty; actually, it's slowly making him worse. Here Magnus is after losing a dear friend; he's focusing on Alec.

"I feel like I've made a lot of bad choices over these last few weeks. I should've let you know about taking the Soul Sword before breaking into the City of Bones. You being the High Warlock had that right yet, I still went behind your back, and the Clave could've held you responsible. I've probably put all warlocks in a dangerous position with the Calve for acting out as that" Alec said before letting out a loud sigh.

"Actually, Alexander, that's not true. You've been so busy trying to find Valentine that you haven't heard what the Warlock community has been saying about you." Magnus said. Alec felt his heart sink into his stomach, feeling suddenly overcome with worry. He'd never wanted to get on the wrong side of the Warlocks yet, that's what he's done. They must hate him for everything he's done, which may affect the treatment of Warlocks in the future, "To the warlocks, you're the only person who's gone out of their way to fight for them. Not the shadowhunters who are obligated to by the accords and their duty to protect the downworld. But a lonely warlock who'd until a few months ago did not know about the shadowworld, how only stumbled across this world because Valentine attacked your family. We've never had someone who went out of their way to protect us. Alexander, no matter what happens from this point forward, you have the full backing of every warlock in Brooklyn."

"W-what!" he felt shell-shocked. Never in a million years would Alec have guessed that the warlocks would side with him. He'd always assumed that it's every person for themselves.

"Oh Alexander, you really underestimate your own worth," Magnus said, standing up before sitting down beside him, "You are the light this world needs, you're brave and strong. You put other people first before yourself. When the circle attacked here, you made sure that all the warlocks were protected and then fought for them when you could've protected yourself as well. You never even stopped to think of that possibility. Alexander, many people, cherish you and no one more than me."

"Alexander, you are worth fighting for," Magnus mumbled, cupping Alec's cheek, guiding his face closer. Magnus capturing Alec's lips with his own, in their first passionate kiss.