Cecil couldn’t let those men know he was there, or maybe they already knew and had simply taken this opportunity to back him into a corner with this boat to get him. How did they find him so quickly and through what method? He didn’t see them anywhere before this and now they were here and everyone was fighting, meaning simply running away from them wasn’t going to be an option. He had to run and hide for now, hope that the men would be beaten back before they noticed he was here. He had to get away, he didn’t want to be taken away so soon, even if he did want to help those on deck and get them all to safety. He couldn’t risk it while those men were after him and right now they were proving to be the biggest source of fear right now.

Without even stopping to help Ethan he ran right around and down below deck, disregarding the fact that he was being attacked by some mysterious woman. If he stopped and caused up a fuss there he would just get caught. They might dismantle him and take him to the factory where he was made in no time. He didn’t want to be destroyed, they would erase everything he knew about himself up to this point and his journey would be for nowt. The others couldn’t possibly understand how that felt, to have everything you ever knew be at risk. He didn’t know what death was like, but the thought that everything he knew could possibly be erased was worth fleeing from. It was a terrifying thought and one he didn't know how to come to terms with, only knowing the solution right now was to run and hide from those who wish to do him harm.

Coming down into the very lower region of the ship the light only shone through a little but the sounds continued to echo from above, the spacious room only amplifying what was going outside while the sturdy build made his footsteps seem quiet in contrast. In the large room sat a fair number of crates and chests, some pretty large and hopefully some empty enough for him to hop on in one to hide. Running on over to them he started to pull at the crates, trying to see if they opened easily so that nothing appeared suspicious. Unfortunately for him the crates appeared pretty tight, as if they had been shut by some sort of binding. Without having much of a thought about the possibility of being delicate when removing the tops of the crates he immediately moved around to try and find one that might just be open.

So the crates were bolted shut, he didn’t even know what was inside them but there must’ve been something important in these crates if they had to be shut so tight. He couldn’t care right now, he needed to find somewhere to hide. Running around to a large chest he figured it would be easier to open since there appeared to be a locking mechanism rather than bolts. Bending down in front of a particularly large one he pressed his finger against the lock, sending a small bolt of electricity into it which overloaded the lock mechanism before throwing it open.

Much to his dismay the chest appeared to be quite full, but he failed to notice at first what was inside. There appeared to be parts of Machina inside which was definitely a rather creepy, the equivalent of the others looking at limbs of their own kind in a box. Staring at the parts he slowly moved the parts, trying to create space for himself before something at the bottom caught his eye. There was a long and thin chain at the bottom, one that appeared to be part of a bigger mechanism. It certainly caught his interest and as he picked it up to get a better look at it the sound it started to make had him in a panic immediately. There was an intense crackling that sounded from it as if electricity was passing through it and was easily loud enough to possibly alert the men in the suits if they were looking for him. Pulling it out of the chest he fumbled with it to try and turn it off, trying to figure out what was happening to it which ended with him squeezing it hard.

Squeezing it proved to be the biggest mistake for him. Without warning electricity passed through him and the chain, causing him to freeze up completely. In the moment that he froze the chain glowed bright before suddenly breaking into pieces, all of which immediately attached themselves to Cecil and melded into his body. Cecil remained frozen as electricity flowed across him briefly before he slowly raised his hands to his head, shaking as strange images filled his head. He was seeing the chain, but it was binding him down, or at least what he thought was him. It couldn’t had been him though, he could see fleshy hands instead of his own. There was images of what he thought was him being dragged somewhere, his body tied down forcefully with the chain in another setting with a flash before suddenly a surge of pain as electricity suddenly shot through him. Cecil couldn’t help but scream out in pain, his mind feeling like it was being attacked with a series of mental images he could no longer make out. Keeping a hold of his head he slowly bent forward, ceasing his scream as he gasped despite not any mechanical requirement to breathe. His eyes flashed on and off, his power becoming fairly indecisive as to whether to stay online.