Make one like me.
Dr. Victor Frankenstein
And then what? Procreation. Reproduction. Mm... A home? A grave? Death begetting death begetting death. A race of devils propagated upon the earth. Obscenity perpetuating itself.
I am obscene to you, but to myself I simply am.
Dr. Victor Frankenstein
BEGONE! Never again will I make something like you, wicked and deformed.
Then it is still all about your will, Victor? That horrible, horrible will that birthed me, condemns me now? ::grabs Victor:: The miracle is not that I should speak, but that you would ever LISTEN! ::throws Victor across the room:: If you are not to award me love, then I shall indulge in rage. And mine is infinite!
