The disgrace that he had caused and the confusion he was feeling had left Cecil in a pretty bad state, his existence feeling like it was meaningless even if he had been reassured by Ethan that he was still a good person. He didn’t feel like a person after all that, he didn’t feel like he was anything like them. His main source of confusion lay with what he had seen before his supposed outburst, he didn’t even know what he had seen but that managed to trigger him pretty badly. Just what was stopping him from being triggered by something like that again? He might end up killing one of them and hearing Amuné pretty upset was just making everything so much worse. He had screwed up big time and now he was paying for it with his increased guilt and pain he was feeling.

He couldn’t keep going on like this, he had already ruined it for himself. Everybody didn’t want to go anywhere near him and if he was going to have a struggle fitting in with them again he didn’t know if he could put them through all that again. Even though the man who owned the stuff that had been stolen seemed pretty happy, the others were the complete opposite and now they were being taken away for some reason that he couldn’t fully understand. He couldn’t be bothered understanding it either, he was just going to end up making everything worse if he was just going to talk and blow his own cover with his glitchy speech pattern. He didn’t know what to do anymore and as he tried to walk with everyone he kept his gaze low, watching his feet as he continued to try and walk straight enough for him to manage.

First problem was he didn’t know why they were going to see the mayor again. They had already seen him and yet here they were again. Barely giving the Machina a glance out of possible shame and fear that he might try and destroy them too he waited with the others for any prompt that they were able to move forward; however, after a few requests to enter there was rising suspicion being created. Looking up as the door was opened up he stared at the mayor a moment before gasping as he realised first what had happened. Usually he could tell that someone was functioning, especially after the bodies on the ship allowing him to differentiate someone who was and wasn’t. Usually there was some sort of electrical signal coming from them, but the mayor had none at all. Glancing to the others he flinched when the men suddenly realised something was wrong, his feet shuffling back when it came to the realisation that he had no idea how people like guards would react to seeing the no longer functioning.

This was pretty bad, they were quickly starting their aggressions too but towards Zander instead. Looking to him quickly his eyes darted to the guard who was very quickly becoming angered and very hostile, his hand removing itself from his head as he very quickly started to panic. Everything was telling him to go into alert mode, he needed to get out of there before the worse happened once again; however, as the guards started to lead them out the Machina ahead were displaying clear hostile signs. What was happening? The only people who had displayed clearly hostile intentions were the guards so there was no reason for them to attack.

Just as Cecil suspected the Machina were not displaying their aggression completely to them, but rather the guards who were very quickly trying to cut them down much to Cecil’s horror. Staring at the event unfold he let out a yell when one forced itself in through the window, a Machina used for gardening who soon enough had been decapitated before his very eyes. Freezing in horror he stared at the guard uncertain but no sooner had the man been stabbed through the chest by another incoming Machina. Everything was quickly getting out of hand and Cecil didn’t know what to do about it. People were getting cut down and Machina were being destroyed right before his eyes. In a moment of brief panic he gasped when Nymira decided to move first before watching in horror as she blasted the aggressive Machina which horrifically melted away before his eyes.

Unable to stop himself he let out a gasping scream, his body reeling back at witnessing such horror. To them it would had been the equivalent of seeing one of their own kind melt away to their basic frame and with organic life being as complicated as it was it would’ve been horrific; however, with Ethan giving the prompt to move everyone was acting as if they were okay with this, seeing it as a benefit to their escape. Cecil on the other hand had just witnessed the horror that was his own kind being decapitated and three more being horrifically melted. Watching in shock as everyone started to leave his knees shook until he was able to leave himself, trying to gain the courage to jump out the window at the same time. While he had managed that task he was now running in a state of panic and horror only to fall over mid run and ram into the ground, sliding part of the way before he managed to get back up again as the wall was destroyed by Ethan. He had to get out of there, even if he couldn’t coordinate himself correctly. Making another dash again he hurried after the others as if becoming part of the mob mentality to escape the place, his feet sliding in a mess of sparks as he tried to keep running straight.