Cecil had a little fit of excitement upon seeing the world, getting all happy that it was something he could experience now. He could go and follow along a strange road and not be afraid because he now had the map in his memory. Even if there was that one little achievement in his short life, there was still the decision as to what he should be doing now with it to possibly achieve even more. He could continue on his way using the map and find what he was looking for, or he could go along with them and finally have some company that wouldn’t judge him and want him deactivated, or at least one out of the two wouldn’t judge him. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do, he’d never had to deal with a conclusion like this one before.

Pressing his fingers together he stared at Ethan who offered him some oil in the future, his curiosity setting in. “Really? Where are you going to get some? I’ve only seen people with mechanics while travelling, not in the places I’ve walked through”, he spoke, his eyes going to Amuné who offered him an apology as well as some grease to make up for it. He wasn’t sure what he had done to receive so many gifts other than get them all into trouble with the wrong type of people. “You would? Grease and oil…I don’t know what I did to deserve this”, he sighed lightly, staring down at himself. He had chased them out of their home for all he knew, but it felt strange that they weren’t exactly upset by it. Was this normal? He had no idea.

To head in the direction of the nearest town was what Cecil had in plan before he even found out about these people, but the success of this journey was yet to be determined. The people who confronted him in the other town were probably out looking for him when they knew he was a danger, they weren’t stupid enough to give up just because he had managed to run away. They were out there somewhere and they were going to want to find him no matter the cost. That made him a little sad, knowing there was people out there who hated him because he had something different. He wondered if he truly was malfunctioning or had a virus that made him dangerous to other Machina, but he couldn’t detect anything.

Having a moment of contemplation he let out a gasp when Amané almost shouted, looking to her before realising Ethan had been talking. He was probably saying some important stuff about walking, but then again there wasn’t really that much to say about walking other than how to do it like move your legs and stay on the road. Maybe he was saying something like that, even if it was a little strange to do so; he knew to stay to the road unless there was bad stuff on the road, then he would need to move off the road and go around it to get to his destination. Thinking about it for a moment he soon smiled, tracing back what might be said after everything that happened the day before and his own worries. “I will destroy any hostiles! They will come back. Can’t have that, right? Or is that wrong…? Fighting them is the only logical decision and destroying the threat means I will be free, right?”