What he’d said, what he’d done . . . it was unforgivable. Robert knew that. He told himself: It was Michael’s fault, Michael’s decision. He told himself: He was only doing what he needed to do to survive. But he saw the truth now. Valentine was right. Robert wasn’t capable of absolute love or loyalty. He’d thought Michael was the exception, the proof that he could be certain of someone—could be steady, no matter what. Now that was gone. Enough, Robert thought. Enough struggling, enough doubting his own choices, enough falling prey to his own weakness and lack of faith. He would accept
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Perfect example of a vulnerability exploited by someone else for their own personal gain. So awful -- never thought i'd ever have sympathy of any kind for Robert Lightwood, but this explains so much
