This is yet another example of Jace and his whining about how life is so hard and how no one, not even his friends and family understands him. Jesus, I know teenagers tend to whine sometimes, but Cassandra Clare is really ramping this up to hundred in this chapter. Let me be frank, we have never seen Jace confide in Alec, his best friend, and his parabatai. He doesn’t even confide in Clary at all, and she is supposed to be not only his sister but his true love as well. So honestly, I don’t really feel all that sorry for Jace right now. Yeah, his life is a roaming dumpster fire, but just don’t sit there and whine about it. Do something about it!
Also, I just remembered to talk about this, but now that Jace has brought up the Inquisitor I have to wonder why Jace doesn’t seem to realize that if anyone finds out that Jace found out the location of the Clave’s number one criminal and not only didn’t tell them about it but he actually went to see Valentine on his own. All of that really makes Jace look like he really is working with Valentine.