[ Jace already has a huge identity crisis on his his hands. Still bound up in believing he's actually a Morgenstern, that he has demon blood, that he isn't really anything other than a traitor's puppet. More might break him. Or not. It's impossible to tell.

Jace laughs a little, even if it sounds strangled. ]

And hope I don't fuck up in the meantime, I guess?

No. I mean. It's nice to have... people who know me. Or think they know me? I don't know. It must be a lot worse to come here and not have anyone.