My sister and I can never be together. It isn’t allowed; it’s forbidden.

No one can take care of my sister like I can. And no one can take care of me like her. This is just how it has to be.

Incest is the privilege of gods and kings. We must not dilute.

I’m married to a woman who isn’t my sister.

I have children. It doesn’t take away my love for her. I’ve told so many women that I love them, but never meant it except with her.

From the moment I touched her, I tainted her. I put my evil on her. She can never have any hope of a normal life after she was with me that way.

I never meant to do it. I never meant to break our parents heart. But what we have is special, no one can take that from us.

I know this is crazy. She knows this is crazy. I’ve had the electroshock. I’ve had the medications. I’ve had all of the treatments that a person can have to try and fix my sexual perversion. But I don’t see it as a perversion. I see it as I love. I didn’t ask to be like this. Neither did she. I never forced her.

That’s why we have to die. We need to go over this cliff. If we don’t, they’ll find us, they’ll separate us, and they’ll make us stop loving each other. And I don’t wanna live that way. Neither does she.