Jacen rolled his eyes, wondering if maybe he should have done something to disguise himself, rather than face all the questions about his lookalike. Or maybe introduced himself under another name. Usually the double takes at his family name either amused him, or made him go off on a rampage about his family and all the ways in which they failed, but right now it was just getting in the way.
He could sense the wariness in Clary and she she tried to walk away, he let his head fall back with a sigh.
"We're not crazy Clary, and we're here to help you." Slowly he turned around, keeping her in front of him. "You really telling me you never have doubts? That you never think that maybe, just maybe this wasn't the life you were meant to live? That maybe you were meant to be different?" She was different, he knew that, and he knew deep down she had to sense it. Or at least he hoped she did.
"And even if you don't, you and I both know that a tennis racket did not do that to your face," his exasperated expression softened as he looked at her. "I can protect you. Because I really am Jacen Solo, son of Han and Leia Solo, grandson of Anakin Skywalker, nephew of Luke Skywalker and a better Jedi than all of them combined." As he spoke, he stepped forward, reaching out with the Force and carefully and steadily raising up the three parked cars nearby, gradually lifting them with his mind until they were ten feet in the air.