I am alone and miserable; man will not associate with me; but one as deformed and horrible as myself would not deny herself to me. My companion must be of the same species, and have the same defects. This being you must create.
He asks for kinship in likeness since kindness in humanity failed. The logic is bleak but clear: seen as ugly, he seeks someone who won’t flinch. The demand forces Victor to confront parental duty, not just scientific glory. Longing powers the argument more than rage. Shelley shows how social doors slammed shut can funnel desire into a single, risky hope. The plea is both understandable and frightening. It’s love imagined as the last defense against violence.