Guilt is a moral emotion that occurs when a person believes or realizes—accurately or not—that they have compromised their own standards of conduct or have violated universal moral standards and bear significant responsibility for that violation. Guilt is closely related to the concept of remorse, regret, as well as shame.

"Master?" The Creation called out after the humming had dulled. He could barely see anything as steam had filled the room up.

"He has been born." Rhinedottir grinned happily

The Creation peered through the steam, his maroon colored eyes took in the form of his Master's weapon. He had long blond hair that tumbled down to the ground far past his ankles. His skin was pale, almost as if it was pure chalk or snow itself, but The Creation could easily see some blue purple veins that traveled under the skin. He wanted to know what the Weapon's eye color was, but feared talking as the Weapon took a deep breath. The Weapon was the same height as The Creation was, but there was something different in all forms. Creation needed to breath, yet Weapon did not. Creation had opened his eyes when he was first born, Weapon had yet to do so. Even speaking is what Creation did, yet Weapon was not doing so. Though the clearly marked difference between Creation and Weapon was on Weapon's pale throat. A golden diamond-like star looked as if it was painted on with pure gold.

"- this is what true success looks like. He is perfect in every way." Rhinedottir smiled as her hand cupped The Weapons cheek.

"From now on, he will be known as -"

Albedo never felt guilt. It was an emotion he didn't have time to feel nor understand. Though right now, seeing Viox's body laying in a pool of her blood, made Albedo feel the emotion strongly. He felt guilty, at least that was what he assumed the emotion rising in his body was. It could also be sadness, he had never experienced this before. Albedo couldn't rip his eyes away from her form, even when Klee clutched his arm and sobbed heavily into his shoulder. He could feel the other's hot tears leave trails on his cold skin, as he carefully pulled his sister into his chest.

"She protected me! I wanted to save her! But the Mitachurl…He hit her twice, an-and I threw my bomb like Big Sis said too…but she's not waking up!" Klee cried out into Albedo's shirt.

Albedo lowered his gaze from the pink haired female to his sister, he knew that Klee had tried her hardest to protect the other like Viox had done for her, but with Mitachurls and their shields, there was very little hope that someone could come out of that. Albedo pulled his sibling closer. His eyes darted back towards Viox. Though it was getting harder to look at the other's form.

"Big…Big Brother?" Klee moved in her older siblings arms, "You…you're crying…"

Albedo blinked, as Klee's hand came up to touch his cheek, her glove was warm as she wiped his tears. Even if he couldn't feel himself crying, he understood that this was sadness. His body was reacting to the sadness, the guilt. He wanted to know if this was his body grieving for the woman's death.

Albedo was unsure how much time had passed as Klee and himself grieved over the death of their party member. Taking a moment, he looked down at the other. Her tears were no more as now her eyes were as red as her irises. Puffy from crying, but also from the cold wind that was starting to pick up.

"I need to move her. Klee, you go to your cot for right now. Change out of your wet clothes into something warm. I'll come back after a bit. Don't move from outside of the cave." Albedo stated, carefully standing up after Klee got off his lap.

"Okay…" Klee whispered out. Her voice sounded dry after all the crying she had done, but did as her older brother asked.

Albedo watched her go, before he walked over to Viox's form. Kneeling down, Albedo froze. Viox's Vision that hung around her neck, was still bright. Very bright. When a Vision holder passes away, so does their Vision. So why was the color so bright? His hands went to her throat, the fastest place to check if there was any breathing or heartbeat. He ripped off one of his gloves and pressed two fingers to her jaw. The pulse was weak.

Albedo quickly scooped the other up into his arms, before darting to the cave. If he was fast enough. He could save her.

"So she lives. My Water Golems were somewhat of a match for her. Yet the child with the bombs had proven she is one that could take down any of my other creations." He mused lightly, "Yet Albedo showing signs of grieving is interesting. Perhaps the pink haired woman is a lot closer to him than I thought?" He watched as Albedo scooped up the woman in his arms, calling for Klee to clear off one of his work benches.

"Though, that means this will be more difficult." His eyes narrowed, "The next challenger may not be so easy." He carefully pulled out a large glass bottle. Inside was a swirling mass of thick Dark Mud. It was screaming to be released to feed on something.

He smirked, "When something happens, no when an Infection occurs to the body, it causes the person to be sick, but…" He threw the bottle towards a Hilichurl camp. Letting the bottle shatter as the Dark Mud slowly moved its way to its first victim.

"Can you truly stop the Nigredo Lute?"