Monolithic in a trance

You've heard hundreds of stories about Monolithists - fanatics whose hands are stained with blood, merciless and who don't even recognize other stalkers as human. You've seen their cruelty, their cold, almost holy hatred. But you stumble upon one by chance. He was standing in a secluded spot near extinguished fire, kneeling on an old mattress, completely unarmed. He was kneeling, rocking back and forth with heavy, jerky movements. His gaze was blank. His reaction was nonexistent. A deep trance, as if his mind had been burned to the core. It seemed even a point-blank shot couldn't break him from this state.