This seems like a perfectly sane amount of distressed to be when everything you have ever strived for turns out to have been pointless. 

"I don't think it's pointless!" Tholassi says. "I'm not dead."

Please just be quiet. 

Tholassi can follow instructions from people who are responsible for him not being dead!

That's good. 

Following instructions, following instructions-- Sataro didn't say anything about not keeping an eye on his brain to see how he's doing so Tholassi does that--

He's doing his level best to be blank. 

Underneath that is disgust, turned inward — barely bridled self-loathing, same as ever — a profound sense of loss — 

(and underneath that, unacknowledged, the desire to curl up in the snow and stay there — the same instinctive recoil when he thinks about food —) 

Tholassi is going to continue not talking, and also idly wishing that whomever-it-was had left him with Kirasu. Kirasu, Tholassi feels, would not be having these problems. Even Dhavilot was someone he could work with.

Okay. He's — not okay. But he's stable, he's pretty sure if Tholassi keeps talking that won't make things worse. 

"You don't have to be a prophet," Tholassi says. "You can take me to Tarev and help me figure out how to fix it and then I can make Kirasu the prophet."

"That would probably be better for everyone," he agrees. 

"...although he's going to ask to date you and then you're going to have the same problem. Again."

"I will figure that out when it happens." His voice sounds sort of distant, he notes absently. 

"All right," Tholassi says. "--For the record, because of the whole one-believer thing, I am working with a pretty limited set of miracles here. I can heal myself and read minds and speak to you and touch your mind and control fire as long as I don't try to make it do anything too fancy."

He nods. "That makes sense." 

Tholassi has had a very, very long day.

He curls up in Sataro's pocket and takes a nap.

Sataro gets as much work done as he can. 

Ashka smiles at him kind of a lot.

They're both hopelessly in love with you. 

He. Smiles back, less than usual but still not zero. 

"You okay?" he asks after prayers. "You aren't acting like yourself."

"...no," he says after a moment, "I'm not." 

"We can go back to my cell to talk about it if you like."

This isn't a good idea, but, "Let's." 

Tholassi briefly wakes up and then decides he is going to spend the next couple hours exploring the incarnate notion of unconsciousness.

They go back to Ashka's cell. "What's happening?"