[@Bluetommy][@Old Amsterdam]

As the options were laid out in front of her, Guilt considered her position. Anybody could just claim to be connected to the High, and that couldn't be considered some kind of get-out-of-jail-free card. Based on his words Guilt didn't think this strange figure was lying, but it was hard to tell with such a distorted creature. So her options were either to fight these people, both Epics, potentially angering one of the High in the process, or to leave and allow whatever happened here to just happen. And that was ignoring the possibility of this Freak, supposedly a dangerous mass murderer, escaping in the chaos. Sighing, Guilt lamented the need to make yet another choice, which would define the way she interacted with this city.

But it didn't appear she would get the chance to make a choice at all. Like a flash of human lightning the one referred to as 'Comet' blasted forward, shattering the sound barrier in the process. For a millisecond Guilt considered intervening, putting a wall in the way or blasting them both. But inaction got the better of action - her indecisiveness made the choice for her. Comet quickly killed the Freak, who had apparently been known as Nudd, thus concluding their business here. Sighing, Guilt decided that she'd just have to live with this. Whether it had been the right decision was arbitrary, at this point.

Turning around, she moved away from the conflict. "If you lied, you're dead." A last warning, more as a token defiance than a real threat. She had been defeated by her own inability to make a choice, and completely lost control of the situation. It seemed that she was still a better soldier than a hero, and she'd have to correct that mistake. With a slight flash of purplish energy she vanished, to reappear at some other location in the city.