He can feel what she's doing, and he doesn't mind it, though it's likely to be far less effective on him than it would be on a mortal being. He blinks at her and gives her an oddly soft smile. "Careful...I don't know how compatible or incompatible our natures are. I'm a celestial being, not as I appear; I don't want to harm you."

A human empath could easily fry their own brain like that, but she's clearly not human, so he'll have to trust she knows her own skills and limits.

He sobers, listening to her. "That's a sad story. Especially what it did to your planet itself. There's always collateral damage in a war, isn't there? We were always taught it was worth it, but I wonder now."

It sounds as if her species evolved involuntarily. He was hoping she'd have some advice as to how to make angels do the same...but maybe that's the kind of thing that can only be achieved through suffering.

"I'm an angel. We were created as...agents of our Father. Messengers, extensions of His will, to create and enforce order as He saw fit. Often through violence. It's written into our very being." He rubs the back of his neck, frowning as if he's struggling to reason through this and then translate it into words that can be audibly spoken. "Except our Father abandoned us, and no one really knows why. But when you create a species to be soldiers, what do they do when the war ends?"