Cecil looked like he had lost all connection with the world and his own morals, but he sure was managing to turn the tide of battle all while keeping Amuné by his side forcefully. He held her as if she was a toy, keeping a hold of her as if he was determined for her to be a part of all this. He wanted to kill them all, they were all the enemy and wanted everyone equally dead. Throwing down the chain with great force his burning eyes turned towards the leader, the chain retracting quickly before he suddenly threw his gauntlet straight for the man. Even though he missed graciously he did manage to strike a bandit all while painting the ship with his blood, his hand retracting rapidly without even a care about what he did.

He had to kill them whatever way, they were going to do the same to him and cause even further harm to him. They did this to him and they had to pay. Throwing up his fist again he watched as the man pulled out what could only be seen as a torture device, the sound and heat of the electric flame burning into his very being for the short moment it was ignited until it was suddenly put out. With his fist remaining raised he watched as Ethan took out his original target, staring at him as he spoke. 

He couldn’t understand him at first and continued to blankly stare at him, watching him as he turned on the final attacker before an unsettling squealing of Amuné was soon making its way through his empty mind, his head slowly turning before it was violently slapped by Wyth. His body quickly hit the floor with his head slamming into the flooring first, his grip on Amuné loosening and his eyes flickering. Despite being made of metal the combined smack of Wyth’s paw and the floor smacking against his head had sent him into a daze, the voices of everyone on the ship coming through to him. Rolling over he slowly started to push himself up, his body twitching momentarily until he was finally up on his feet.

All the sounds of the fighting and all previous memories he had collected over the fight were becoming more comprehensible to him, his mind slowly returning as he blinked a few times. All those memories from what he thought to be the past had quietly subsided, the reality of what he was facing back on him as he realised Amuné had been screaming at him and the tone Ethan was giving him was that of extreme anger and disappointment in a cold silent way. Watching as Ethan finished up the fight by non-lethal means Cecil was left standing there, staring at Ethan in confusion yet with a lack of expression.

Stepping back slowly in short steps he froze as Ethan spoke to him again, sounding particularly hostile in his slow tone. Pulling back a few feet he stared at Ethan as he staggered towards him, his eyes turning to Amuné only to let out a gasp as he was grabbed, his face right in Ethan’s face. With blank eyes he stared at Ethan, his feet off the ground giving him nowhere to go. The voice of Ethan’s anger and aggressive stance initially had the dazed Cecil open his hand, the centre of it powering up with electricity as if an electric blast was coming; however, with a twitch and a long blink of his eyes his gauntlet closed up and Cecil was left staring into Ethan’s angered expression with fear. Pulling his head away he tried to get away from Ethan, staring into his eyes the entire time even as Nymira tried to defend him and Amuné shouting desperately to make it all stop. Struggling to gain the courage to speak his fingers slowly moved to his shirt, shaking as he muttered his words. “…I-I-I’m…s-sorry...please…”