"This… will be a long story. Have you ever read a certain book called The Modern Prometheus? It details a story of man and monster, of what makes us human. That is, more or less, mine and Victor's story, with a few details changed to protect our identities. Such as the deaths of us both."
"It all started with my… well, not a birth, a creation. The breath of life that I received. Victor… he created me, he stole from morgues and graveyards and sewed me together, into the miserable thing that I am now."
"He abandoned me, and knowing nothing, not even speech, I ran off into the night. It was terrifying, the very first moments of my existence were so overwhelming I couldn't help but weep. Exhausted from hunger, I dug through trash and filth to find even the tiniest scraps of sustenance. I fed myself on unwanted food and drank from drain pipes. It was a miserable existence."
"I was attacked routinely by the lowest of the city, those who hurt others for fun and exploited for nothing but entertainment. I was shunned by those who feared me, feared my horrible visage and brutish form. I learned language, but this did not help my plight. Eventually, I joined up with a group of these lower ones. All they talked about was the homme d'argile, the Man of Clay, what this person had paid them to do, day in and day out. They were the closest thing to kindness I had experienced in my time."
Eden sighed, looking back almost…. fondly on those memories. "I left of course, after they'd expected me to kill. The Clay Man ordered me to be shot, but they missed and hit just my shoulder instead of blowing my brains out."
"Victor abandoned me, and his abandonment did not go unnoticed. By me, or others who knew of my plight. He abandoned me, left me to die in a world that only wanted to harm me, and in return I destroyed his life. Now all we have is each other." Eden summarized. "You can hate me, if you want."
