IT WOULD SOUND AWFULLY CONCEITED if he said this wasn’t the first time --- and likely wouldn’t be the last --- someone was in awe of his . . . ability , so he refrains , and instead fixes his gaze firmly on a particularly bland spot on the wall adjacent to him . he’s smiling , though ; it’s not often he uses this for harmless games . his mind is the most potent weapon jace has , and he is MORE than aware of this . it feels almost . . . disrespectful , playing around like a child but myrtle seems so entertained he can’t help but smile a little himself .
“ it’s , ah --- it’s fine , you’re fine . “ he rubs his hands together , picks at a stray thread on the hem of his sleeve , anything to keep his hands busy . “ i can do a lot , actually . if i concentrate enough , i can do a lot . it’s , um --- “ he recalls being dangled over a ledge , forcing his way into the mind of his tormentor , his anger at how SMALL and HELPLESS he looked through the other boy’s eyes ( he was hospitalized for weeks afterwards ; it wasn’t the first time jace felt that he hated himself , but it WAS the first time he’d hated himself with such deep intensity ) . “ --- it’s . all a work in progress , though . i’m still learning . “