Victor Frankenstein vs postpartum depression
@toxictaicho
This was the scene that made me include him in the relationship. The slow painful turn, the realization, the horror in his eyes, the "what the fuck am I ever doing" face... In my AU this was his moment of clarity.
I adore this scene. The way he closes the doors behind him, mirroring how he opens them when Elizabeth and Will arrive. The stiff, awkward way he walks away, the sense of disorientation it projects. The moment he pauses. This moment, when he turns and regret overtakes him. The way he walks and then runs and then Hauls Ass up the steps, like he has any hope, like there may still be time left.
The fact his singular moment of clarity and compassion is rewarded with the destruction of his leg.
Can you imagine the smell, the fumes, the hours it took him to haul and arrange and pour all that kerosene around? The headache he must have? How his ability to reason would have deteriorated as the tower fills with noxious gas, and let's be frank, he wasn't reasoning well before. Is it any wonder that when he leaves that tower and is finally back in the fresh air, the fog breaks?
I just--I've said it before and I'll say it again, this scene makes me love Victor. This and when he asks how many sailors were killed and demands he be placed on the ice so no one else will be hurt.
This is, to me, Victor stripped of artifice. The person under the persona, the man under the machismo. All the feelings he's been smothering all coming up and compelling him to try, because what if there's time left? What if he can reach that innocent creation before it's too late? If he is fast enough, maybe, just maybe, he can do the right thing
