Warning: Contains spoilers for What This World Has to Offer.

I do not own Don't Starve or any of it's creatures/characters, but I pretty much own everything else. A.K.A. I own the plot line for both this version and the actual version.

Today's What if...

What if WX did not push Webber out of the way in Chapter 50? WX survived the battle against the Ancient Guardian, but Webber was impaled and, unlike him, was killed instantly. Now he has to face the guilt of knowing that he could have saved him, but simply chose not to. Does he learn to get over it, or is it something that constantly stings every waking thought that he has?

I could have. I really could have. Why didn't I? I wanted to, I felt it, but there was something that kept my feet locked in place as I simply watched.

And now Webber was dead.

And it was all my fault.

"Are you okay?" Wilson asked. "It wasn't your fault you know, right?" He looked into the dancing flames of the fire at camp.

"YES IT WAS," I sighed. "I... I COULD'VE... I COULD'VE SAVED HIM..."

"How do you know that?" he asked quietly. "Are you sure you wouldn't have died instead?"

I knew I would've died instead, but this guilt, this piercing guilt... if I had pushed him away, could he have lived? "WHY DOES THAT MATTER?" I remembered with a flash the look on Erika's face. I couldn't understand her, but she even refused to let me anywhere near her fallen brother. She thought I was a monster. And she was right... She saw me watch the Ancient Guardian. She saw me do nothing to help him. Why was I built this way!?

"Well, don't you think it might be him in this situation instead? Thinking over and over again it was his own stupidity that killed you? Would you have wanted that instead?"

I turned his words over in my mind. I was thinking about myself again. Being all whiny about being guilty. "SURELY HE WOULDN'T HAVE CARED," I huffed. "AFTERALL, YOU KNOW VERY WELL HOW LITTLE WE CARED ABOUT EACH OTHER."

"Don't you ever think you two could've been closer?" He pointed out.

If only I was able to talk to him! My head burned once more with the pressing agony of guilt. I didn't hate him. I really didn't. But he didn't know that, and now he never will. I should've told him before the battle that I was beginning to see us as friends.

"WX, you know moping about it isn't going to change anything," Nick spoke up. His words were laced with an underlying grief, but I could tell he was holding back a lot of anger. Was he mad at me? Then I realized he was mad at himself for not saving him. "It could've been any of us."

"BUT IT WAS HIM," I growled. "AND I LET IT HAPPEN."

I hardly noticed as the time stretched on and the sun rose once more, spreading springtime warmth across the land. "Will you do anything today?" Wilson asked gently. "I'm more than willing to excuse you."

"I'LL DO... WHAT I WANT TO DO..." Well, the only thing I really wanted to do was go back in time and save my only friend's life, but I wasn't going to let him know that. I'd show him what I'm made of!

"Fair enough," he nodded curtly. "Good luck with that." With that, he turned and disappeared into the brush. I closed my 'eyes', blocking out Nick entirely, so I wasn't even sure if he tried saying anything or not. The air, although warm, seemed to prick with chills. Everything was too happy, too bright, too cheerful. Without a word, I stood and stalked off, letting the cool chill of the dark forest reach far into my frame. I almost relished the crisp silence. In my mind, I felt something like a mental shield go up, and for a moment, I was not lost in grief. My chest stopped aching with guilt. It was the most wonderful feeling I ever had.

Absolutely nothing. This is how I should feel all the time. All androids were built specifically not to have emotions. I was an exception. But now... for once, I hated the 'gift' I had been given, and found my footsteps becoming faster and more agitated, before the mental wall went up once more and it disappeared almost instantly. I slowed to a halt, finding myself far from our camp and even far from any place I knew of. The trees were a sickly green, coneless, and almost lumpy. A single well-worn path wove through the strange forest. I found myself avoiding the road, not wanting to be anywhere near anything, even if it was just a pig path or something like that. I hardly even felt the strange pang of hunger that came from living on this island.

"Well, there you are," a voice suddenly sounded in my head, and I jumped, looking around. "Oh, hmm. You've already seemed to forgotten me? That's strange. What's wrong with you?"

I didn't even want to answer the mystery voice.

"Oh, friend passed, how terrible."

I forced back a shiver of fear. How could it tell what I was thinking.

"Say, pal, you're much more jumpy than I remember. Even with that little emotion wall I put up for you hardly seemed to help."

Why can't you just leave me in peace?

"Oh, what's the fun of that?" The voice laughed. "But that's not the point. Come on, let me in a little. It seems we have much to share."

With one last painfully searing thought, I sighed. You know, you're right. We do have much to share.

Finally, while the voice spoke in the background of my mind, I realized that I had found the one thing I had wanted just moments before.

I was guilt free.

In fact, I felt good. I didn't think anymore about what had happened, but most importantly...

I no longer even cared.