[right][h2]Guilt //[/h2][/right]
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It seemed the Island was not yet satisfied merely with repairing the damage that had been done. Guilt cursed her luck. The High were an even greater nuisance than she had initially suspected.

"You are the most reasonable? That explains a lot." Guilt sneered at the talking wall. She could sense he was right. But a place such as this would not hold her. If necessary she could still burrow her way up to the surface. Of course the Island would no doubt intervene if she did so, and she was unaware of any limits to his powers. "You attacked me outside the church, and very nearly broke my leg. Had I landed, I most likely would have broken a bone. Not that something like you would care. It seems that you have grown so arrogant as to believe you can pass judgement on me." Guilt hissed, as she cast Claire to the depths of her mind.

"I was robbed of a home? The human race was robbed of it's home. Are you so isolated that you do not realize what this world is like outside of your little sanctuary? I saw the world burn, I saw my family torn apart by monsters. I have seen families die slow and painful deaths to supernatural disease, I have seen children ripped limb from limb, I have watched small groups of powerless survivors huddled into a bunker, surviving off of scraps." Guilt's voice rose in anger and sneer. Memories stung her, and her hands shook involuntarily. She could barely keep her entire body from shaking. The pain of seeing those you cared about die, the pain of knowing that there was something you could have done.... it never went away. It was a flame that burned inside of her, devouring her from within. It was a pain that she would carry within her until the end of her days. "This world is burning, it is dying. And yet you would sit here and chastise me? You would offer me a peaceful life? The very peaceful life you chose? The life of a coward?!"

If Guilt had been capable of spitting, she would have. Her hatred was at a boiling point, she was far beyond reason. Some part of her knew that she was practically signing her death warrant here. For all her power she was powerless against the High. A helplessness that only served to infuriate her further. At this point, she didn't care about the consequences. "This world is burning because you are too cowardly to face the flames. You were granted power beyond any other, and you squander it on personal pleasures. My scars are no shame to me, coward. They are what I have sacrificed, what I have given freely, for the sake of others. My body and mind, I will sacrifice both, in order to destroy the world that would take all that it wants. To destroy this world that cares not for the fate of the weak." Guilt gestured wildly, and flames filled the room. It was not a conscious decision, Void merely reacted to her anger. "While you sit here and admonish me I fight for the world you abandoned. I fix the mess you left. If I must bear scars then I will bear them all. If I must suffer then I shall writhe in agony. I will carry the burden of this world, because if not I, then who? Certainly not you."

Out of breath, Guilt gasped. The air in this place was getting thin, and she refilled it with her abilities. Cold air from the northern hemisphere. Looking up she stared at the wall, her eyes barely visible through her visor. "If you wish to kill me, do it. But I will not become like you. If I must die, then I will die standing." That was all she had to say. Trembling slightly, she awaited her judgement, whatever it might be. But until the very end, she refused to show weakness. She refused to give in.