In all my years, in all the years, in any year to come, the greatest love that ever was, belonged to Coen and Saiul Rehan.
Gather round my smiling children, strapping sons and selfless daughters.
Gather round my friends and strangers, come to me my wandering kin.
I am old and sick and weakly, I am soon to lay to die. Yet, I have one last secret story, that you must hear and not pass by.
In all my years, in all the years, in any year to come, the greatest love that ever was, belonged to Coen and the Saiul. They dreamt before they met, understood before they spoke, and loved before they saw. Amidst death and suspicion, murder and grief, together they clung like fish to a reef.
This is a love that still continues, this is the act that kept you alive.
I'll tell you this story, but sit and listen, for this is my life, and with it I die.