[Voice; Nebula 19th, evening]

[salutosinedelectat]

Good evening, fellow passengers,

I hope this message finds you well.

Foremost, you must forgive me in any mistakes I may make in sending this address to you all, as I'm certainly not used to sharing my thoughts in such a way. I'm most definitely more of a fan of the classic handwritten letter.

I was going over the upstairs library collection, so generously donated by other passengers - and you're welcome add to it yourself), when I found myself wondering about the extensive possibilities of literary works to be found in the countless worlds we not only come from, but the ones we visit.

Since there's scarcely a chance to explore such things in the worlds we stop at, wrought with conflict as they tend to be, I figured the easier option would be to simply ask:

What are your favorite literary works from your world? What are they about? Which are considered timeless classics?

I eagerly await your response.

Your curious fellow passenger,
Aziraphale


Oh, also, if anyone's interested in submitting anything to the library, I have provided clean notebooks and writing material in the far right nook in the upper floor of the library. I'm also available to provide custom book binding services.

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[Edit: Edited into a voice post, forgot there aren't text post options.]

Comments

[gundamofthedesert]

That's just what I call it. I'm not sure if there is a better term for it because no one has ever been able to tell me otherwise. But I can sense the emotions of others.

[salutosinedelectat]

[ Aziraphale has something similar, but that comes with being an angel. Just part of the package deal. ]

An empath, perhaps? Although, where I'm from, it's not quite as...literal.

[gundamofthedesert]

I guess that might be it. Certainly describes it a bit better. My family all knew about it and never treated it as strange aside from telling me that people outside our family might not be so receptive to someone knowing their emotions. But I guess because they accepted it, they also didn't really... name it. It was just part of who I was.

[salutosinedelectat]

Well, sometimes some people find themselves sporting some...gifts, I do suppose. At least, that's what I've come to know about humans. Though, of course, plenty that claim as much tend to be charlatans looking for a penny or a dime. Though I'm sure it's not the case.

[gundamofthedesert]

No, I've never actually tried to get anything for it. It's just something I can do. I'm sure most people who know of me don't know about it. When I was little, I would mention things my sisters were feeling, which was why they told me not to advertise it since I guess it was disconcerting to them... and they knew about it.

[salutosinedelectat]

Well, used correctly, such a gift can be very helpful. You may find those in need of help or comfort. Specially if they’re not prone to express it outwardly.

[gundamofthedesert]

[He nodded] It has helped. My teammate, Trowa... he used to be here, but he's not good with expressing his emotions outwardly. I could tell without him having to try.

[salutosinedelectat]

Were you two close?

[gundamofthedesert]

We were. My space heart allowed me to know what he was feeling even if he couldn't say it. We... were getting closer here on the train then he left.