Gabriel was on the edge of the top part of the ramp. He was only ten feet away from them, but he might as well have been in his own world. His fists were clenched against his forehead, and tears were coming down his cheeks as he began to mutter to himself, “RUNtse duh SHANG-DEE, ching DAIwuhtzo, WUOshang mayer, maysheen, BYEN shr-to. Please God make me a stone.” He dropped his fists and stared with glassy eyes at the floodlights on the ceiling. “Make me a stone, make me a stone, make me a stone.” As a man who finally realized how much he had lost, he repeated it over and over again, turning it into his prayer for annihilation. But his mantra was interrupted as he felt a cool, tiny hand placed over his drenched fists.
-- You Can't Go Home Again - Chapter 14 by reginaroadie