Chandice me, sit at my table and lament as you wish, but stay fair Amiren-cradle my wishes I pray, and amend my lingering doubt.
Would that I could sly Galen, though I’m weary of this bread, of foreign wine, and even the touch of luxury I’ve long regarded myself deserving of. Suddenly I reflect and envy the poor, those pious monks I used to scorn as fools. I cannot rightly explain it, but accept that this torrent strikes me suddenly. I’m tired of feeling superior to those who serve us, and might leave us whilst we’re turned chasing their youth and their young in genuine arms, allowing their warmth to filter through their shirtsleeves while all we might offer is our crypt.
Ahhh, so it’s poverty that you wish, well sir if it is thus I would happily transform you! That way you may spend the night in the gutter and come to your lost senses. Or should I purge you of your feverish blood to have you think in such a way, in this way that’s been our kinds’ constant burden…doubt, it does not suite you. I have enough faith for two, if not three to brandish none of your same fears.
An admirable trait brother Galen, though you do not see that it is not a burden which hovers over me, it is inevitability. Your fortitude is boundless, yet I believe in your denial, and that you have felt the same way as long as I have. I agree, there is foolishness to what I say, but I can only so aptly describe my thoughts. I think it would be for the best if I left, at least for a time to find my purpose once more. I am sorry; you have been my ever faithful companion.
*Sighing, Galen lifts his chalice to his lips, swirling purple wine before setting it down once more* this is most unfortunate, I had hoped with all my being to sway you from this course. But now I listen to your cause and know there’s nothing powerful enough I can say. Go, you will be in my thoughts always.
*Shamed by his abandonment, he rests a marbled hand upon his brother’s shoulder* and you Galen will be in mine. Farewell. *With that he vanished…having never touched his wine.
Galen sighs while he lifts Amiren’s glass to his lips.
The poison worked slowly…giving him time enough to make it to the bed they shared. His voice trembled in its last *we will be together again, and it will be in that After I will confess….*he began to fade* and you shall pity me for my sin against you.
