"...what about it." 

"I'm just saying you might not be pure but you are kind."

"...thank you." He presses his forehead into Ashka's and holds tight to his hands. 

"You're going to be a great prophet."

Tholassi wishes Kirasu had been His prophet instead, he doesn't say. 

"I watched Him being tortured, Ashka," he whispers. 

"Good, maybe he'll learn not to torture people."

He doesn't know where to start responding to that so he just hugs Ashka instead. 

"Maybe it's not helpful because the reason I think you'd be a great prophet is that I think Tholassi is a terrible god."

He isn't sure whether that helps or not. 

"He's already less of a fan of torture, that's something, but — Ashka, he was screaming, and I was the only one who could hear —" 

Ashka holds him.

"That sounds awful."

He nods and presses into Ashka and lets himself be held. 

"You're so you."

"...I'm not sure what that means," very quietly into Ashka's shoulder. 

"You're upset when Tholassi is tortured and not because he's our God but because he's a person."

He opens his mouth and remembers the little girl screaming while an inquisitor three feet away from her talked about his daughter and closes it again. 

".......I want to say anyone would be upset by that, but." 

"Most people wouldn't." He sighs. "I... don't laugh."

"I won't." 

"I know we haven't gotten to talk much in private or anything but I have feelings about you I've never had about anyone."

"Why would I laugh about that?" 

"See, this is the reason I have feelings about you."

Sataro lets go just long enough to kiss his forehead. 

"Although probably we'll have to stop this if you're a prophet."

He debates for a moment whether to tell Ashka about Tholassi's offer; decides to not. "Probably," he agrees, and holds Ashka tighter. 

"I can introduce you to people."

"...I should say thank you."