The Last Conversation

“As a brother I love you; but as a husband I grow weary.
Your relationship with her exceeds mine, and is therefore insufferable.
It is iniquitous that she wears my ring yet holds your hand.
It is excruciating to gaze into her eyes and see not my reflection, but yours.
Why must she tremble at my touch yet melt beneath yours?
Such was not always the case.
Is it fair that once I captured her heart you strived to arrest her attention?
I surrendered myself the first moment I laid eyes on her.
When did your fondness commence?”

“I admit, dear brother, my desire awakened when I discovered your desire.”

“When we dance she is enfolded in my arms, but engulfed in your quintessence.
I know that, as I sweep her across the floor, she sways with reminiscence of you.
She closes her eyes not to indulge me, but to behold your mental image!
But this dance in which you lead her is a LIE.
Your dance is a false pretense—mere movement without music.
*Pause*
Have you no mercy?
She will honor your affections as long as you hold her dear. 
She is not free to pursue me until you release her.”

“You petition me to unleash her, yet it is I who have supplied her liberation.
I am her dream endeavoring to become reality.”

“I am her reality.
I want to be her fantasy.
Why is this impermissible?!”

“Fantasy is non-tangible; reality is uninspiring.
One fails to execute the duties of the other. 
Everyone needs both. 
You can not be both, Sebastian.”

“Then I shall extinguish the fantasy.
I will not sanction both.
I, the reality, will prosper—while you Nathan, the fantasy, sever your bond. 
Secede, dear brother…or become one faithful departed.”