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Robert
Max, it's Dad. I feel kind of dumb talking to a gravestone, but I kind of feel like you can hear me. How's heaven treating you? Do they have comic books there? Sorry. I'm not trying to make light of this situation. I just don't know how to deal. Son, I know you thought I didn't love you, that you weren't the boy I wanted you to be. That isn't true. It never was. Maybe I expected another Alec, someone like Jace, a fierce and fearless Shadowhunter. But just because you weren't who I expected doesn't mean I loved you any less. And it sure as hell doesn't mean I won't miss you. Holding you in my arms that last time is something I will never, ever forget. I love you, Max. I miss you already.