He cannot read Babel

She nodded, though whether she was agreeing with the words or just acknowledging my opinion, I wasn’t sure.

“You can read Babel, correct?” She asked. “Or not read, but you can tell what it means?”

“I can Observe it, yeah, like I did to the book—I’ll know what it’s about, at least. It doesn’t work so well on small stuff like individual pages or rocks or stuff, though—my ability…well, it can be finicky, at times.” I said, shrugging a shoulder as I remembered long hours grinding Observe on rocks and books and trees. “Sarcastic, really. It should give a summary of whatever I’m looking at, but…”