He'd witnessed war, the massacre of civilians and wanted to cleanse his soul. However, the "Furies" tormented him even more on cold, clear desert nights. There was no holy protection.
"Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?" he cried out into the indifferent mountain air.
Not many days later, certainly not 40 nights, he threw himself off the sand-coloured cliffs to oblivion...or perhaps into the light.