[ for all like him? ]

Yes. But, worse for me. Because —

[ Hands and mouths. Men hungry to make him weak, because he was beautiful and unattainable. A distant ember they thought to devour to warm themselves, a being of repressed passions they lusted for. ]

It only happens because they want to enjoy seeing me weak. The unconquered god, conquered. I drive men to perverse madness, I fear.