I, Nogomet Redfish, today catch you, L. Bluefish, in my red net. From this day onwards, as long as we both shall swim, we will exist in a unity of blueness and redness.
Under the solemn eye of Eben, the Master Fisherman, in this, his sacred Boat, I declare that the two channels in which we separately swim are henceforth intersected, opening into a limitless river.
Eben, the severe, has weighed the beauty and love and commitment inherent in each of us, and judges them to be exactly equal. It is with a heart light with joy and heavy with seriouness that I therefore take you as my wife, labelling our synthesis 'purple.'
I promise to eternally act as a corrective fish: to guide you into waters calm and pure when the current threatens to overwhelm you; to steer you away from predators; to dedicate all that I do to the preservation of your blue tint, and our grand purple dream.
I promise to look away from all other bluefish, who would mix their colour with mine, and swim back to you every day. I vow to approximate the sentiment originated in the mind of Eben as best I can, at all times.
I now release you from my red net to direct your course, and to be likewise directed: three colours in two colours in one colour are we, and this ceremony signifies the tripartite, bipartisan singularity that upholds us in perpetuity.
