"Silly man," Elizabeth continued, hoping to wound emotionally when she couldn't physically. "My blemish is more on the inside than the outside, though both may matter. My mind is at odds with what it used to be, with normalcy itself. Not that I expect you to understand, since you don't quite strike me as normal yourself. I think...I thought I remembered being impressed by your drive. Now I know?it is nothing as healthy as that. You are obsessed, and you cannot see me through your obsession. You see I am different physically, you see me acting differently as well, yet you?are intent on seeing me as I was. Are there any words that could convey the magnitude of your bizarre condition? You don't look it on the surface. No, you look so much better than myself, yet your inner world is tumbling down, for all to see, even faster than mine.
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Send me into the void? I would gladly return, if only my days were peaceful there?and the fiendish voice ceased tormenting me. If I could rest in true peace, then yes. But even in death you cannot offer me respite. You don't wish me to blame you for what you have done? Who else should I blame then? Your creation? But...you were the one who created him, Victor. You were the one who lost control of him. You were the one who swore a scared oath to protect me and yet betrayed the oath the same night. You were the one who brought me back, but not intact. You are the one who wanted my presence in your life, but couldn't protect me from feelings of lack and sadness. From being tormented by an inner voice that never stops.
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I suppose, I could blame God, instead of you. For bringing the two of us together, for making me suffer. You dare to compare your work, which you were already obsessed with to begin with, to my turmoil, to my soul writing in pain on itself? How am I to be fortunate, if my lot is to be yours, Victor? You are pathetic, void of true feelings or understanding. You are supposed to be human, yet you fail to exhibit any vestige of humanity. And what do you think the priest would think of your exploits? Of you, playing with life, doing the forbidden work, bringing back dead people? What would the priest think of you betraying your vows? Of you failing in your duty as a husband while requiring me to fulfill my duties as wife. Which of us would be deemed the greater sinner, do you think? I, for one, am anxious to find out. You are so self righteous, perhaps your true confessions would make you lose this unworthy confidence. Yes, let us hurry to see the priest and see what he has to say!" Elizabeth eagerly exclaimed.
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Kat