[ sabo will stop what he's doing and release his hold on flat. his hands falling limp to his sides as he smiles, more like his actual self, before speaking. ]

It's why I love books and always enjoyed reading them. [ stories whether fictional or fact, sabo loved them all. ] And five thousand years is an awfully long time to remember a "poem". It must be quite the poem to be remembered for that long.

[ a moment as he says nothing for a while and just simply lowers his head and smiles. whether it's obvious or not what happens next, the next time that sabo looks at flat, there's a glint in his eyes. ]

I hope that the book I end up writing will be just as memorable as that poem from your world. [ a soft chuckle. ] But when I succeed as a revolutionary, then I'm sure that'd make for one hell of a story in itself.