Henry threw the final switch.
The Monster shuffled forward, his shackled hands reaching out. He had bargained for this. He had demanded a companion "made for me… as I am made for her." He saw the Bride not as a horror, but as a salvation. A quiet end to his eternal loneliness. -www.scenetime.com-The.Bride.Of.Frankenstein.1935
He pulled the lever. The tower began to fall. Henry threw the final switch
"Destroy her," he said, not to Henry, but to the silent, uncaring machine. "We belong dead." " he said
The Monster’s hand dropped. The hope in his eyes shattered into a million pieces of glass. He turned to the levers, the dials, the final switch.