[to Victor] We were born innocent. You made us into monsters.
S1 E15Unfinished Business
Never underestimate the power of a queen with lovely hair, my dear.
You offer me a normal life... Why do you think I want that anymore? I know what I am. Do you?
Dear Vanessa... your many kindnesses I will always carry with me. Such generosity... has not been a part of my life, and I thank you for your affection and understanding. In my most frightened and lonely moments, you were there. And such light you brought to me. But I am made for the dark. As we both know. I am fit for only one place and should have been there long ago. Deep in the cold clay on a forgotten hill. Your road may be difficult. But mine is doomed. So we walk alone. Written with love... Ethan.
[to Vanessa] You're unhappy. You're isolated. You think you are the cause of this unhappiness and are unworthy of affection. So, you have few friends. Recently, you lost something that you feel very important; your lover, your faith, your family, or all three. You blame yourself for this, so it makes you neurotic. So you don't sleep and don't eat, not anything healthy anyway. You used to care about your appearance, but you've lost interest in that, so you avoid mirrors. Sunlight bothers you, so you avoid that too, for which you feel guilty. Because you think it's unhealthy and even immoral not to like the sun. You are not a woman of convention or else you wouldn't be here. But you like to pretend that you are so people don't notice you. But you like that as well, and can sometimes dress to draw the eye. But then you think that the men who look at you are fools or worse to be taken in by such an obvious outward show. So, instead, you are drawn to dark, complicated, impossible men, assuring your own unhappiness and isolation. Because, after all, you're happiest alone. But not even then because you can't stop thinking about what you have lost. Again, for which you blame yourself. So the cycle goes on. The snake eating its tail.
Are you familiar with the West?
Only through the newspapers.
It is not what it was. But then, what is, Sir Malcolm?
How do you know me?
I've been following you.
In Africa?
I missed you in London, so I came to this place. I awaited for your return from the anterior.
How did you know I'd return?
Because you can't die until you've served your purpose.
And what's that?
To fight the great demons of earth and sky until you are dead.
I'm done with that.
Better say you are done with breathing.
I have conquered death, and created monsters... none more so than the man who sits before you.
The old monsters are gone. The old curses have echoed to silence. And if my immortal soul is lost to me, something yet remains... I remain.
I will consider my duties discharged when I see Ethan Chandler hanging from the end of a rope, and not before.
We are all two things in a way, are we not, deep in the marrow? Angel and devil, light and dark. The pull between the two is the active verb that energizes our lives.
Hunting a man is no great thing. They are slow and predictable. They can be found always where their appetites lead them: to eat, to sleep, to fuck. Man is no great thing.
You musn't be here. There's nothing here for you.
Where you go, I belong.
God help you if you follow my path, Victor. Take your romance and your memories of your most current fiction and go.
No. I must save you from one of them. One way or another, you're my responsibility. I created you.
I need no man to save me. And I think, in a way, I created you more than you created me. First love, Victor. You will recover. Do not come here again. You will not like what I am becoming.
[to Dr. Seward] Such things have a name. They are witches, they are vampires, they are Lucifer. They are all those things that walk in your nightmares. Shall we walk together?
[after a patient regresses into insanity] Aye, that's the tragedy of it. The ceremony lasts a matter of hours, and then they revert.
The beast will out.
And which is true? Which is the real man: the beast or the angel?
We are both.
Are we?
Good and evil braided be.
Oh, no. Not at all. Or at least, we can seem to be that way. So complicated, I mean. In the end, we must be that thing the world demands of us. We must take all the lust and the avarice and the ambition and bury them. All the alien and ugly things, all the things we really are! The other one, the other man, we cannot allow him!
All men are slaves to their appetites.
Even Dorian?
Dorian is an exceptional creature.
He's a man.
But unlike all others.
I've never known a man who didn't want to fuck me or beat me. Can you say different?
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