Goddamn Vic, get over yourself!
Justine has her trial, and (surprise surprise) it doesn’t go as Liz and Victor thought it would. Justine is pretty much convicted on the spot by her judges, as there is no evidence to contradict her alibi. She calls on friends to testify to her character, but they all refuse to be of any help. Which… wow, that's cold, people.
Once again, Vic’s family shows themselves to be a bastion of doe-eyed cherubs when Elizabeth begins to defend the person who her family is kind of the plaintiff against; because she’s so distraught at how unfair it is that Justine’s friends abandoned her like that. I have to say that if Elizabeth isn’t actually one of those porcelain angels I’m shocked.
Later, Vic and Elizabeth visit Justine in her cell (or wherever they held the condemned back then) and Vic is just insufferable. The entirety of the narration is Vic just remarking on how much the anguish that Elizabeth and a person who is LITERALLY CONDEMNED TO DIE pales in comparison of him totes knowing for absolute suresies that Justine wasn’t the murderer, but he can’t tell anyone that it was really his creation. Like… Vic, you don’t even know if it was your creation. Hell, your entire idea is actually entirely self-serving! You think that your creation was so awesome that it could make it 300 miles, find out who your family was, kill your brother, and then plant evidence to throw the investigators off the case? Jeez dude, it’s impressive that it can even walk at all. All in all, while I kind of understand the dilemma that Vic is in somewhat, his attitude really is just making the entire thing about his own pain in the situation with pretty much no empathy for the person who is literally condemned to die or the person who is basically having all of her rosy-eyed ideas of the world destroyed entirely. I mean, it’s not like any of this is out of character for Victor either. He’s just very self-absorbed. He’s not quite Humbert Humbert yet, but I’d put him at about Hamlet levels.
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