It didn't seem like the kind of thing he would do. Some hint of the past told him that he preferred to hide from the spotlight with few people noticing him, but Wayward Pines was supposed to be his place to escape who he'd been and figure out who he could be without... Without something that he couldn't currently define but he knew it had been stifling and he'd hated who he'd been forced to pretend to be.
Somehow Alec had been talked into standing in front of everyone and reciting poetry. He wasn't even sure how he knew the verses but once he started, the words flowed easily. None of them were his own work. Some were well known and some might have even been in a foreign language depending on who was listening. Taking a deep breath, he looked around the room before asking, "Does anyone want a certain type of poem?" He wasn't sure what he would and wouldn't remember. It made the whole situation like a game or a training exercise. Would he remember something that would fit the request?
Alec Lightwood & You
It didn't seem like the kind of thing he would do. Some hint of the past told him that he preferred to hide from the spotlight with few people noticing him, but Wayward Pines was supposed to be his place to escape who he'd been and figure out who he could be without... Without something that he couldn't currently define but he knew it had been stifling and he'd hated who he'd been forced to pretend to be.
Somehow Alec had been talked into standing in front of everyone and reciting poetry. He wasn't even sure how he knew the verses but once he started, the words flowed easily. None of them were his own work. Some were well known and some might have even been in a foreign language depending on who was listening. Taking a deep breath, he looked around the room before asking, "Does anyone want a certain type of poem?" He wasn't sure what he would and wouldn't remember. It made the whole situation like a game or a training exercise. Would he remember something that would fit the request?