This man is somebody I barley know, yet he wants me to finish his work? On one hand I do believe victors story. And I also agree with his noble efforts. But my men are hungry, cold, and have been stranded for a long time in the frozen arctic. We must return to our home. Victor had passed away on our ship. But the night that he was dead in his room. There were sounds coming from his room. As I entered the room to investigate, I found his monster that he was so eagerly after? He was weeping over his dead creator. He told me that he could have been something for good, a marvel for everybody to admire, but he was a tool for evil. He walked off in to the dark distance and slowly turned into a speck of black in the night. Lost he traveled. With no intentions. I felt as if he had regret. Perhaps this was something that helped him feel more human, for an action always has a reaction, and this grave tail was no different.