'I had nowhere else. No, I had no one else. Is that not the saddest of all Creator. I'm again cast on your baron shores.
Futile. All futile. What dreams I had of my mate. Of another being looking into these eyes, upon this face, and recoiling not.
But how could that happen, for the monster is not in my face, but in my soul. I once thought that if I was like other men I would be happy and loved. But a malignancy has grown you see. From the outside in. And this shattered visage merely reflects the abomination that is my heart. Oh my Creator, why did you not make me of steel and stone, why did you allow me to feel. I would rather be the corps I was than the man I am.
Go ahead. Pull the trigger, It would be a blessing'