[his astral energy flickers faintly when Dohalim twists fingers in his hair, a sharp hiss escaping him. the fact that he doesn't want to injure the man is... troublesome, but here he is.]

I am no healer. [when he speaks his voice is breathy, threaded with pain. madness, Dohalim - he isn't sure which, but it resists his own energy, and while he doesn't let it withdraw there's a sense of worry.] Omnipotence is a fallacy raised by those who wish to rule by fear. I have no need to pretend I am more than I am. Corruption is not something I have ever had the ability to cure. I can only help stem it... and promise a kinder fate, should it still grow out of control.

[what did he go through, to reach this stage? it's not as simple as others, as soothing the rage and thirst for carnage he'd been privy to before. how to handle this one... he doesn't speak with the perfect delicacy of other gods, after all. his personality is too blunt, too rigid in so many ways.]

... You... are not alone. Why are you so sure that you are, Dohalim?

[he'd turn, face the man, but under the circumstances that's not possible. too much attention is placed on trying to find Dohalim within the madness and irrationality, to strengthen his connection with the young man to help him out. it's not as if he's the only one who had the thought to do so, but... he's the only one here right now. moreover, the bond of their contracts filters any outward fluctuations of astral energy and corruption to his own body, pressuring his resilience to try and break in, to corrupt him in turn.]