Cecil was trying to work out what he was supposed to be doing or how he was supposed to react to these people, but one thought on his mind was to eliminate himself so nobody would have to deal with him anymore. Everybody already didn’t like him anymore and if he was just going to cause death at random intervals then he didn’t see any reason to be still functioning. Being damaged as he was he didn’t stand a chance to pretend to be a real person, all he was going to do was get in trouble and bring everyone who already hated him down with him. Slowly moving to make his way to the edge of the boat his body twitched, his feet unable to hold the momentum before he fell back; however, instead of onto the floor like he expected he was caught by Ethan, his eyes quickly going to him as he followed his vision on the way down.

Not appearing to understand what was going on he looked fearful at first, his eyes shaking before he blinked. “I-I’m…not a real person…” he muttered, looking down, “I am made of metal and wires and-…that’s all I am. I have nothing you do”. He didn’t know how to explain what he saw or what happened to him, he was already in trouble for it all already and no excuse was going to save him now. With the guards now here he couldn’t do much other than simply follow along, seeing how he knew he’d get everyone in trouble if he tried anything while these men were threatening them with weapons to move elsewhere.

Moving away from Ethan he stumbled a little, correcting himself as he held his head with one hand and raised the other up in the air. He didn’t know what the gesture was supposed to mean but it was what those men wanted from him and the others. Slowly turning around he shuffled across the deck, staring down at the bloody mess he had left and the destruction he had caused as he left the ship. That was what he was built for and even if it was a brief moment there was no denying that was what he would simply do again. None of them agreed with it, they all hated what he could do and was built to do.

Slowly making his way down the gangplank he paused a few times, trying to not lose his balance before continuing on. He didn’t understand what was going on but there was very little he could say to try and understand. He didn’t know if he was allowed to either, all this business seemed way above him anyway. Managing to make it down without falling over he stood relatively still, keeping a hold of his head as he stared at the ground. Everything was just white noise to him at this point, he didn’t have any confidence in his ability to control himself and didn’t know how long it would take before he collapsed. Continuing his staring down at the ground which only served as his one distraction he did look up at the man who appeared to be speaking in reference to him. The man didn’t know what he was talking about, all he cared about was what had been retrieved rather than what had done. Glancing to Zander trying to talk his way out of their troubles he soon looked back down, slowly shaking his head. “Today has been a very bad day. Y-y-you just got your stuff back…”