I am sorry. Regret consumes me. And I now regard my life for what it was.

The Creature

You will go now, creator. Fade away. It will all be but a brief moment. My birth. My grief. Your loss. I will not be punished, nor absolved. What hope I had, what rage... It is all nothing. The tide that brought me here now comes to take you away. Leaving me stranded.

Forgive me. My son. And if you have it in your heart, forgive yourself into existence. If death is not to be, then consider this, my son. While you are alive, what recourse do you have but to live? Live. Say my name. My father gave me that name, and it meant nothing. Now I ask you to give it back to me... one last time. The way you said it at the beginning. When it meant the world to you.

The Creature

Victor. I forgive you. Rest now, Father. Perhaps now, we can both be human.