You must convert yourself.

Imagine me to be a brother whom you haven't seen for a long time.

And now he comes and finds you here, and wellnigh weeping asks you how such a thing could have happened." The prisoner sat down on the bench, folded his hands, and bent his head and murmured; "I had a brother.

If he had lived I should not be here.
He was older than I." "Have you no other relatives ?" asked the monk.
"My parents died before I was twelve years old.

Quickly, one after the other.