"It ain't about fighting, kid," he says, and claps a hand to Wilhelm's shoulder. "It never is just about fighting."

It's only when he feels the familiar rush kick in, settling so nicely snug through him, that he realizes what he did, and he snaps his hand back just as quick, alarmed. Oh, he's only ever been a willing conduit for one god, for a brief time, and this... this is something he thought he had control over and yet--

"Ah," he breathes out, at a true loss of words for what will, unfortunately, only be a heartbeat of a minute.