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“Maybe I’ve already lived too long,” Ashildr said softly. “It’s cold…” She was having trouble keeping her eyes open.

Hesitation plagued him again, but he shook it off and looked at her with a slight smile. “Victor. My name is Victor Frankenstein,” he finally answered. “Now you’re one of the few who know my real name.”

“I can see why you dislike it. Victor’s a terrible name,” She gave him a small, teasing smile. “Did you really do what people in this universe think you did?” She asked more curious than anything else. She was in no position to judge anyone.

He shrugged. “It’s complicated,” he sat down on the chair beside the bed. “The books are inaccurate with details. But the gist of it is right. My brother died because of me and I brought him back. Only..” he trailed off for a second. “He wasn’t himself anymore. I couldn’t bring myself to kill him, not after I just got him back.”