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[He had expected a creature of brilliance, not something that frolics through leaves. Honestly, he should of seen this coming.]

[The Creature skids to a stop in front of Victor, limbs flailing for a moment before he regains control of them. He looks sheepish, but unable to entirely hide his smile]

Master, the seasons are changing. Behold, the wonders of nature!

[It was hard to appreciate the seasons these days. The beauty of nature was lost on him as all he could really see was this thing in front of him, some sort of horrific nightmare of a child in a mans body. Shame as well, it once stirred such joy inside him to see the leaves fall from the trees.]

Wonderful, truly. Do you-- Do you actually know the names of the seasons? [He was never sure of the level of intelligence.]

[He draws back, hand to his chest, the very picture of one offended. Though his other arm sticks out awkwardly behind him; when he isn't gesturing with it, he tends to forget about it, and it wanders off on its on until it is used again.]

We enter into Autumn, scientist. And then it will be Winter, which melts -- into Spring, which goes to Summer and -- then back to Autumn as the world turns 'round the -- sun. [He gestures grandly with both arms, to demonstrate the turning of the Earth]

[Well, bit more theatrical than he cared for but he couldn't deny he was impressed how much the creation has learned. Perhaps... just perhaps there was hope for his achievements. Though all this horror, he might have a chance to get something from it. He set out to make a brilliant being so what if he could grasp the concepts of science as fast as he grasped the basic concepts of the world?]

Do you know what would happen if the earth didn't spin?

[Oh! Oh. This is something he doesn't know. The Creature looks dismayed at first, then excited again, settling himself crosslegged on the ground and gesturing for his master to join him]

Teach me, Frankenstein.

[He hesitates for a while, looking around as if something else could steal his attention but alas, he ends up seated a safe distance from his creation, legs crossed.]

Well, think about it logically. If the world didn't spin, what would happen to the seasons? We go from hot to cold as the world spins. [He makes a globe shape with his hand and spins it before stopping, trying to prompt him to have a guess.]

There would -- be no seasons. Half the world would always be in summer, and half in -- winter is that correct did I get it right?

[He doesn't realise his staring till he realised he was being stared back at.]

Oh, yes, very good. That would be the gist. [He's only smiling a very small amount but it's faintly there.] Right, so, how long do you think a day would last if it wasn't turning on it's axis?

Forever in half the world and -- not at all on the other half. Like the seasons? Because of the -- sun. The sun is what turns day to night and night -- to day.

You see now I can -- use logic as you can I can reason like you. Are you proud?

[It wasn't totally accurate but to a brain like the creations, it was damn near close enough. It would take a year for it to move naturally with no spinning so the day would feel forever, it would be impossible to know exactly when it had been a full turn.

It was very true, he could reason. There was logic in his brain and an ability to learn. Perhaps he did pick the right brain? He just failed at everything else.]

Proud? [He looks at the creation and feels that same stab. How could he be proud?] Does that matter to you if I'm proud?

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It is all that matters. [The Creature crawls closer, hesitantly, as thought Frankenstein might lash out and hit him.]

Your pride, your love, this is what I strive for, scientist. Oh if you could love me as a father loves his child as DeLacey once loved me my life would be -- complete.

The promise of love, my poor genius. This is what is important in life.

[He crawls back like he's fending off an unwelcome approach of a stray hound. He's not so good at the fatherly role, he was the first to admit this. He knew what he had to do so why couldn't he do it?]

But you aren't a child, you're a man. You were meant to be, you were meant to be a scientific accomplishment that broke the boundaries of nature and challenged the authority of any Gods that stood before us. To change the way life was lived.

[He was meant to have a superior man, not a loving child desperate for him to care in return. He never expected to be a parent, it didn't even enter his mind.] I'm not a father, I'm a scientist. Don't you see that?

And I am! If you look at me I am exactly as you have said -- am I not a man made by your own hands?

But I wish to -- learn to grow as men do. You were not born with the knowledge of the universe in your head and yet you expect this of me? No you must -- teach me your ways, the ways of men and the ways of science.

When you create a thing you must care for it.

[He was getting a morality lecture from his own creation? He was sensing a pattern between them here. He understood the ethics now, he knew it the moment he'd sat back and realised he shouldn't of left the creature and pray it died on it's own, he understood that. He acted as a child and ran, hoping that covering his would make it go away. He just wasn't the right person to play father.]

I made you to be like me from the start, not like you were. I didn't expect to have you like that. I didn't even think of what you'd be like when I made you, I just wanted to do it because I could.

[And that action had brought him so much misery. He watches the creature, knowing that everything he'd said makes sense. Why could he never accept it?] Fine. I will show you what I know but I am not a father. I'm not like this DeLacey.

How could I be like you? How when I am -- made up of the parts of corpses stolen in the night? Did you expect me to be handsome like yourself? Regal perhaps? How could you not think that a -- patchwork man would not be monstrous?

Had you no plan of what to -- do with me once you had brought me to life? Or would you simply create a life and then -- discard it after you had succeeded.

You do not think, Frankenstein. You know so much but you do not think. This is your downfall.

Really? I hadn't noticed.

[He didn't know if the creature got sarcasm but he was very aware of his own flaws. He knows it all now, it's been hammered home to him a lot this past year. He hadn't thought of anything but doing it and now he was stuck with this creature. He never considered emotions as something that would come about. The ugly consequences of juvenile emotions... happiness, rage, jealous and love.]

I was going to display you. You were meant to be a thing of grand brilliance and in my fevered mind I actually believed people may think of it as an accomplishment that broke the boundaries of nature and science. But they'd only be appalled by you, everyone else is.

[He stands once more, brushing the bits of ground from his trousers.] Get up, we should keep moving.

You never linger. Always moving always forward always going. Perhaps if you -- stopped more to appreciate the nature you fight so hard against you might find some form of happiness.

I have watched the seasons change I have lived -- outside, enjoyed the bounties of nature and I think I am a happier man than you.

Oh yes, of course. Never mind that there are important things to do in life, let's just roll around in leaves and appreciate the wonder of nature instead.

[He did appreciate it all once, back when his dear mother was alive and everything was normal, his madness hadn't damned him as a sinner and he was a loved man. Not he had no appreciation left.]

You weren't always happy, you complained to me of loneliness, of the fact that you were not part of society. You only like it out here because few see you, it's safer. It's not like the streets, where they'd probably lynch you at first sight.

Are you not lonely, scientist? Do you not crave companionship as I do? Why else are we here, chasing each other back and forth and back and forth across the continents -- never destroy me when we meet, just as I do not destroy you.

We are lonely but we are lonely together.

Of course I'm alone, you destroyed everyone I loved and removed me from my happy life for this endless chase. You're all I have left and I never even wanted you.

I can't even move on from this, I am a damned soul and I don't belong among those people any more than you.