Cecil couldn’t understand what he was seeing or feeling, finding everything that he had ever known to be challenged by what was forcing its way through his head. He didn’t know what was going on but it was causing him a great deal of stress and pain which he couldn’t control, letting out a scream in the process. There was so much happening at once in his head that he felt confused and overwhelmed, even his own body couldn’t decide whether he could keep going after all of these visions. Struggling to find his focus again he could barely hear what was going on in the outside world, his mind wavering between what he was seeing and his body trying to shut down.

Trying to control his pain and the severe imagery going through his mind he grasped at his head, his not hearing Amuné as she came running into the room and over to him. He couldn’t see past what could only seem like him being tortured somehow, but it couldn’t had been him if what he saw of himself was someone he didn’t recognise. As Amuné started shaking him the sound of his inner working rattling around wasn’t even enough to break him out of his little trance, his power almost looking like it was shutting down completely as his eyes dimmed more than they remained bright as his hands slowly dropped.

However, just when it appeared as if he was going to shut down completely his eyes suddenly lightened up, perhaps a little too light as even the white of his one visible normal eye lightened up. Suddenly looking a lot more alert something about his look seemed off, his electricity buzzing for a moment as he twitched before he suddenly grabbed hold of Amuné in one arm, holding her tight. He didn’t appear to show any emotion as he took hold of her, but it was hardly something to take note of as he suddenly bent down lower before suddenly leaping, his fist being thrown up as he crashed into and right through the roof. Not only did he crash through the roof, he had jumped with such force and height that he crashed through up onto top deck as well with fifteen foot height to spare.

Now that he was out on the top of the ship again, or rather above it, he could see what was happening as the situation had only turned desperate with the men in suits being there once again. His current state of mind brought back visions of them in violent flashes as he saw the abuse that they had caused from the past as if they were happening to him in real time, only this time he could rebel against them. With Amuné still in his grasp he twisted himself around, opening up his other hand before his gauntlet suddenly flew straight at one of the men, grabbing hold of his head and powering it into the deck in a combination of speed and strength. Unlike last time when his gauntlet had been thrown before, this time the chain that had caused the awful imagery was attached to his gauntlet and arm. As he dropped down to the decking the chain yanked his gauntlet back to attach back to his arm, but the moment that it was attached again the chain flew straight for another man and wrapped itself around his neck, lifting him up before violently throwing him down on the deck again.

Cecil wasn’t in the right state of mind at all, but he was only targeting the men in suits rather than anyone else. He was not letting go of Amuné during all of this and was very willingly trying to kill the men throughout the entire event. Becoming confused and disorientated was the least of his worries as he lost himself completely, looking ready to target the other men despite the weapons they carried or the others that were still on the ship.