A/N: Listening to the musical and this popped up. Just a little something.
I'm not a monster, I'm not. Monsters don't love. All I've done was for love. You never done something for love?
They call Mr. T the demon barber. Ha! I start laughing I won't stop at it. He's no more a monster than I, all he done for love. Lucy for the only one who was addled in the brain. No, not a monster.
Say my love for Mr. T is twisted. Loved him I always have. Could've been twice the wife that simple Lucy was. Gone batty at a rape. Bah! Woman's lot o' life is tough. I survived a loveless marriage to a man me father's age.
Say my love for Mr. T's twisted? What of Toby? Loved him alright, I did. Ne'er was blessed with a child of me own 'til he came me way, poor darling orphan. Nearly broke me heart to lock him below, it did. But couldn't have him tell tales like a bad little boy. Loved him like me own 'til he turned 'gainst us. And to turn 'gainst one o' us was 'gainst both, it was.
Ours is a complicated lot.
Oh, how we laughed as the people enjoyed Mrs. Lovett's meat pies. People, neighbors so smug and conceited. How they fell know knowing the truth. That one's no better than a'other.
Call me a monster. You are no better. Spineless creatures never standing up for nothing they believe in.
Well, I believe in love, I do. Willing to live, willing to die for love. That makes me better than everyone.
I may be a monster. But my life's worth more than yours. And my name will be talked about for years to come. Mie and his.
Mrs. Lovett and Mr. Todd