texts: What can I do? </s> <s> There is something I want.  A friend. </s> <s> Friend? </s> <s> A companion. A female. Like me, so she won't hate me. </s> <s> Like you? Oh, God, you don't know what you're asking.
labels: I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with all.  I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine. And rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will demonically indulge the other. That choice is yours.  You're the one who set this in motion, Frankenstein.