[He's never heard of anything like that before, but the meaning of the word malevolence already carries some heavy connotations.]

So then... hatred and anger...

[No wonder he wouldn't call a healer. What can a healer even do about it? It's a sickness of the heart, not the body. An external problem. The only thing Mikleo can do is run away from it. That seems like a sad life, especially when conflict is so rampant in human society. Elf society, too, though they're more subtle about it.

His vision is spinning a delightful fifteen degrees counter clockwise, so he sits on the edge of the bridge and closes his eyes.]

It makes sense. War destroys the land, and if you are a part of the land, then you would also be affected. You must feel sick all the time...