(Pensive) "Yet somehow, in this trivial moment, I still feel as though the world is crumbling below my feet. Is this the way I conclude my chapter? How apposite."

(Offended) "That doesn't mean she isn't incredibly important in this scene! The “lines” are in the body language! The way her body drapes in his arms, the minimal small breaths that with each passing moment disappear a little more, all of that is crucial to sell just how much Victor is about to lose! (Ahem) So once again- no. I am ill-equipped to handle such a role."

“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!” Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”