That, at last, offered some balm, both the kinder tone and the words. Gabriel could feel his shoulders relax a little, as if the metaphorical yoke was lifted a little. Do visits because he wanted to. He used to want it. But these days he did not do anything because he wanted it. He did not know what he wanted at all. He had tried so hard to kill his desires.

It would be nice to do things because he wanted them again.

Perhaps father Brennan was right. Perhaps he was trying to force a change too hard, rather than wait for God to answer his prayers. Could he be more patient, and kinder to himself?

Could he be kind again?

The realisation brough fresh tears. Quieter ones. There was a glimpse of a way out.

“Yes, father. Thank you,” he said softly.