[it's a reaction of sorts, when he feels Morax's hand on his, that Dohalim pulls his own away. a reaction of not knowing what to do when being touched like that more than anything. he instead crosses an arm over his chest, hand resting on his shoulder as his other arm folds closer to him in his lap. why was he the one who found Morax? it's not like he ventured out to specifically find the spirit, after all]
I was beckoned here.
[there might be some sort of higher power at play here, but Dohalim doesn't pay any mind to it. astral energy, especially in high concentrations, could provide varying and interesting results, but right now, Dohalim has no interest in it. no, all he wants is to back out of this conversation, to turn his thoughts off for a moment and compartmentalise them before he does something rash. however, he doesn't catch it before the words slip out from his lips, softly muttered and nearly inaudible]
--Just let me die.
[Dohalim lets himself sink back down into dormancy in his mind; at least it's quiet. perhaps it may be Melqal's doing, or maybe something else as a coping mechanism, but it's a nice change from his usual tumult of memories and emotions.
he looks back at Morax with a sigh, a sign that it's not Dohalim speaking to him now, but Melqal instead; he drops his hand from his shoulder to his lap as he relaxes his shoulders and back slightly]
no subject
I was beckoned here.
[there might be some sort of higher power at play here, but Dohalim doesn't pay any mind to it. astral energy, especially in high concentrations, could provide varying and interesting results, but right now, Dohalim has no interest in it. no, all he wants is to back out of this conversation, to turn his thoughts off for a moment and compartmentalise them before he does something rash. however, he doesn't catch it before the words slip out from his lips, softly muttered and nearly inaudible]
--Just let me die.
[Dohalim lets himself sink back down into dormancy in his mind; at least it's quiet. perhaps it may be Melqal's doing, or maybe something else as a coping mechanism, but it's a nice change from his usual tumult of memories and emotions.
he looks back at Morax with a sigh, a sign that it's not Dohalim speaking to him now, but Melqal instead; he drops his hand from his shoulder to his lap as he relaxes his shoulders and back slightly]
I... Had not realised...