Character: Lily Frankenstein

- You haven't suffered a terrible secret of immortality? Years and death does not touch you. All rots and turns to dust, but not you. The child you will bear will become a man and die in your eyes. Thy lovers fade, will curl and will suffer from incontinence will become a toothless old man. While you, only you, never will grow old. Never get tired of. Will never fade. Alone. But over time you will lose the passion and desire to communicate with anyone. So the muscles atrophy, if long time not use. And one day you'll realize that you have become like them [pointing to the portraits]. Beautiful and dead. You're a perfect, unchanging portrait of herself.
- Eternity without passion? Without attachment? No worries?
A small price for perfection of immortality, isn't it?