"As you created what was deemed the impossible, life out, of, I don't really know what, you cannot be truly be expected to be a mere mortal. Was the whole point of making something special, something extraordinary lost on you? Did you not feel yourself a superior man then, being a creator of men? If you didn't feel anything special about your achievements, why engage in them in the first place. And if you did feel extremely special, how could you be held to the same standards as other beings?
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How?is it relevant, that?my malady was uncommon? It would be relevant for other mortals, ones who have?not conceived of your twisted ideas, who have not implemented them into the creation?you ended up with. It would be true of other humans, but not you. You?brought this problem into being. You have contributed both directly and indirectly to my death. You have not bothered fighting for me on our sacred day.?So yes, I hold you more responsible than other men. Being the one who caused my sorrow, I also expect you to be the one who fixes it,?instead of using his so called humanity to avoid all responsibility.
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You want to be considered a human, and yet, the most innate properties of humans you do not possess. You are void of any empathy towards?fellow human beings. You take pride in your sinful nature, as if being some rebel makes you better. You have forced your affection on me, when all I could feel towards you is simple disgust. ?I am lucky, let me guess, because I have you to rely on? I cannot even fathom what makes you believe that your creature?is equally lucky.
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He seems very strong, yes, but I don't remember him being handsome. Well, that's not true. I don't remember seeing his face, only the hands that choked the spirit out of me. I remember those with horror, and I wonder if I have seen him before he killed me. He might not have your looks, but perhaps your temper? I don't see?how he could be fortunate about anything.?Even you did not keep him, did not love him. And you were the one that made him. What was horrible about him? Didn't something have to be, for you to discard him? For him to hate you in return? Exactly how successful were you with him, and what should he feel grateful about?
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So, he is haunting you, in earnest? In your very mind? I rather started thinking you made it all up. Well, what is he blaming you for? Surely there ought to be sufficient ground for his complaints or you would simply refute them. Why would you tolerate his presence if you are not guilty? And why on Earth can you not come up with some plan to banish him? He is only you creation, can he be that much smarter than yourself? Where would his intelligence even come from, if not from you?" Elizabeth wondered, darkly fascinated with?the man who killed her, despite herself. Perhaps because their plight was so very similar, and caused by the same perpetrator.
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"Drift into nothingness? What gave you that idea exactly? I was riven out of my body through pain. I dwelled in the dark place, perhaps where all interrupted memories are, and could not find myself, nor the way back. The loss, the confusion, the inaudible voices in the eternal dark. You were the one who had reprieve, distractions, protections of the mortal flesh. I...I have suffered. I have been changed. I have been haunted, and haunted still. You have but one tormentor, I have my own mind to contend with. You are more than a human in your brilliance, and so much less, in your callous indifference.
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You are afraid of being caught at hitting your wife, as you should be, but not for any decent recent. You discount the harm done to me, by yourself and your creatures. You worked nights to bring me back? Only beforehand you worked even more nights away from me. Toiling on what I knew not, but now I gather to be your creation. You have worked very hard to create that instrument that hurt me, and only marginally on helping me out. You have retrieved me, the worse for wear, and I am supposed to feel blessed for such an ignominy? You are being ridiculous in your petulance, and even you must know it, Victor.
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You even ask of a woman to act appropriately for a man? Well then my dear, here is my sincere answer. Despite being the weaker gender, of course I would have died for you. You...you used to be my heart and soul, and without one's heart, a true human being cannot exist. I would have perished, but I loved you. So I would have willingly sacrificed myself, and shared your fate. The fact that you did not, proves how cowardly you are. You are less than a mere woman. You might be above the bestial level, but only slightly...no, I am wrong. Some domesticated animals are more tender, more sacrificing than you. You are?among the lowest of the beasts.?Even without loving you, I could have still respected you, and now, now I am not given even that much comfort. You,?make me sick. You probably make even yourself sick. Well, you should, at the very least," Elizabeth declared calmly, her rage?temporarily retreating under Victor's impregnable wall of folly.
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Kat