To know that for destruction ice
He had taken Christine, the monstrous thing he was. Christine had a heart for the most disturbing things. She had accepted this lovesick suitor, this slave of fashion who knew nothing! She did not love her poor Erik. He was just a passing fancy. He was just the mangy dog who was looked upon once or twice and then left to die without love or hope. The monster, on the other hand, was the bratty spoiled poodle who had a personality to match that of Carlotta's. He needed more help, so Christine gave him her love, leaving Erik behind. What use was a heart when there was nothing to love? The Devil's Child knew only hate.