Jace was silent the whole time Alexander was in the room. If Jace was honest he was terrified of Alexander. He was powerful, dangerous, and as far as Jace knew, someone with a large temper. No amount of words or quiet moments could hide that from Jace. And maybe. Just maybe. It was because deep down Jace knew that if Alexander had not existed, he would not have to be seperated from his parents like he was. For that he hated Alexander. No one could have noticed but when he touched Jace something burned inside him. Jace was a polite, calm and kind boy. Yet it was still there.
As Alexander left Jace realised he had been holding his breath and lets out a gasp. He suddenly felt much colder and grabbed the bed cover to wrap around himself. Miss Lux was kind enough to help push the wheel chair and soon they were moving through the corridors, the three Labyrinth's following and leading. As they walked Jace felt an awkward silence surround them. The kind that happens when two people are lost in thought. Jace was slightly worried. As they decended into the lower area they began to pass ever increasing vaults. All used for different reasons. After a length of time they came before one of the larger ones. Waiting on the bulkhead was the fourth Labyrinth. In a pile near by was the remains of the others gathered from the battlefield.
"Miss Lux?" He leaned his head back to see her, his hair lightly tickling her hands. "I have to ask you something again." He hesitated. "What you see in here. What I tell you. Please keep it a secret from others." He rested his head forward. "To some puppeteers seeing there projects, espeically half-built ones, is like walking into someones room when they are getting changed." He smiled, "An invasion of personal space, an exposure of privacy and a threat towards them. I don't personally feel that way. But things in here are dangerous." He tilted his head back the same. "So just stick close and don't touch anything you ain't sure about. Ok?"