After the combined deaths of William and Justine, the Frankenstein family goes into a state of deep grief and sorrow.
Remaining at their residence in Geneva proved to be too much for the Frankensteins to bear, so they traveled to their house in Belrive to get away.
At this time, Alphonse Frankenstein becomes overwhelmed with despair, and it takes a toll on his health, making him very sick. Though he is ill, he sees Victor tormenting himself over the death of his siblings.
He tells his son, "Do you think, Victor, that I do not suffer also? No one could love a child more than I loved your brother but it is not a duty to the survivors that we should refrain from augmenting their unhappiness by an appearance of moderated grief? It is also a duty owed to yourself; for excessive sorrow prevents improvement or enjoyment, or even the discharge of daily usefulness, without which no man is fit for society" (Shelley 61).
Though his father tries to console him with this advice, Victor is still wrapped up in his despair. He contemplates taking his own life.
Even Elizabeth is overcome with grief as she now sees the world through a dim light because she has so closely become acquainted with the injustice of death.
Elizabeth tells Victor, "When I reflect, dear cousin, on the miserable death of Justine Moritz, I no longer see the world and its works as they before appeared to me. Before, I looked upon the accounts of vice and injustice, that I read in books or heard from others as tales of ancient days or imaginary evils; at least they were remote, and more familiar to reason than to the imagination; but now misery has come home, and men appear to as monsters thirsting for each other's blood" (Shelley, 63).
At the same time, she tries to encourage Victor, telling him he is tormenting himself and that there is still good in the world.
Victor continues to let his emotions take control as he relates, "Thus not the tenderness of friendship, nor the beauty of heaven, nor of the earth, could redeem my soul from woe: the very accents of love were ineffectual. I was encompassed by a cloud which no beneficial influence could penetrate" (Shelley 64).
He travels to the valley of Chamounix to find a change of scenery and try to help himself.