My time with Doctor Lang has changed life to such an extent that I now see Julia as my only friend. Allies and enemies shift mercurially, but I am so friendless, and sense in her an intent of care. Her actions never killed me. Many of those actions came out of love or self-preservation, and I quite intimately understand violence done under such an influence.
Doctor Lang has crafted a body from the refuse of cadavers, and it is into that amalgam that he seeks to implant my mind. I had great antipathy for this perverse notion until I saw Miss Winters in the arms of Clark. This rough beast needs a face.
Let it be Clark’s.
BC
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