ALL THAT MATTERS • a psl post

[galvanised]

my head is heavy, my limbs are weary,

and it is not life that makes me move.

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[galvanised]

{ The... Creation is gone. Victor can still feel himself tremble, shake. It is not a welcome feeling for a surgeon with such precise and steady hands - such precise and steady will. Terror and regret fill him to the core as the monster's words echo in his mind.

Demon.

This evil, this abomination. It is all his own doing. He has brought the wrath of his own twisted curiosity to life. Risking his own. And now risking Proteus as well. He cannot lose him. His work has been perfected. And when he looks into the round and hopeful eyes of Proteus and sees all the wonder and innocence of the world captured in them, he knows he must protect Him from It. Victor begins to pace after countless and agonizing moments still at the table. }

We're no longer safe here.

{ He says as he paces the room, beginning to pack their things. Where will they go?

Demon.

A-another book, one on anatomy, placed in his bag. }