[ One Mrs. Mary Frankenstein present -- and not looking very pleased. Perhaps it is a good thing she insisted Victor stay home. She tenses upon passing and wonders if she can simply hurry past but - ]
[ She is terse, but Mary has never been particularly warm or welcoming. Still, the wide Bennet eyes reveal more than a few words can. She's curious. Fleeting glances, her sister's spell in the woods - all memories come rushing back to her and she feels ashamed for not having remembered in a while. ] Though perhaps it is the opposite.
You think I mean to -- do you harm but I will not. Frankenstein and I are even for the time being. I have no more wives for him to destroy and so have no need to destroy his newest betrothed. You have nothing to -- fear from me, Frau Frankenstein.
I will -- take you at your word. You are -- devoted to him so deeply I admire that. And envy it. I have no one to devote themselves to me. Only Frankenstein.
Oh yes. [The Creature sighs with his whole body, almost deflating with it.] This is what I have wanted since the -- beginning. This is what I long for most of all.
[ There's a flicker of pity, compassion in her gaze. Mary is not cruel, but Mary is not wholly kind either. She is disturbed by his appearance, but, lacking in many graces herself, she knows she is not in any position to judge. ]
You think that killing will even the score and bring you closer to finding a true mate?
No of course not one does not kill to find mates. Killing brought -- relief. Temporary though it was. An outlet for my anger a way to -- channel it.
But I am filled with love as I am filled with anger and should I find a mate the anger would vanish like fire under a cool rain and I would be the most gentle of creatures. My love is like my anger -- it must have an outlet.
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Here you are.
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Ah... hello. Would you like something to eat, then?
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Were you -- looking for me?
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[His speech is awkward and stilted, a sort of speech impediment due to imperfectly connected tendons and poor control of his muscles.]
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[ She is terse, but Mary has never been particularly warm or welcoming. Still, the wide Bennet eyes reveal more than a few words can. She's curious. Fleeting glances, her sister's spell in the woods - all memories come rushing back to her and she feels ashamed for not having remembered in a while. ] Though perhaps it is the opposite.
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[ Mary cannot decide if she truly believes he is a man but the title should suffice for the time being. ]
If we were to come under threat, I cannot promise to be as meek as my sex is bred to be.
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Is that all you wanted?
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You think that killing will even the score and bring you closer to finding a true mate?
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But I am filled with love as I am filled with anger and should I find a mate the anger would vanish like fire under a cool rain and I would be the most gentle of creatures. My love is like my anger -- it must have an outlet.