Cecil didn’t think anybody would want to take him seriously with his attempts at explaining the reason he changed so drastically in personality, even if they were trying to act like they understood and forgave him. They all saw him as completely different to when they first met him and doubted that he did it all out of his control. They would only forgive him for what he did, but he didn’t want that. To be forgiven was like saying he did it on purpose and later regretted his actions because he got told off. They would never understand or probably didn’t want to understand, they just wanted to get on with it and stop his complaining.

He didn’t mean to do it, he didn’t have control over his actions. He may had been a Machina with thought patterns akin to their own but that didn’t mean he didn’t malfunction. He didn’t even know if it was a malfunction and if it was it meant he wasn’t fit to be around them. He would have to shut himself down to keep out of trouble. He felt depressed too because he had been doing so well to please them like destroying those big slime monsters, he even got shown some sort of compassion akin to a display of friendship. He wasn’t getting anything anymore, though. It made him feel cold and empty inside as everyone was starting to shun him in one way or another. Even as he waited in the cart he cowered in the corner when Wyth only showed aggression towards him, holding his head as he hid his face.

As it all finally started to settle down again Cecil went from cowering in the corner of the cart to slowly but surely laying down on his side, his knees up close to his chest. He just wanted to take up as little room as possible and hide away, simply pretend he didn’t exist. Maybe Wyth would like it more if it couldn’t see him, it would probably make everybody happier if he was causing less trouble than what it was worth. Keeping quiet throughout the whole ride through town he simply listened to all that was going on around him, feeling blind to the usual hustle and bustle he enjoyed watching. He couldn’t face them, not while he was like this. Contemplating on switching off for the day the sound of Nymira shouting beyond the crowd’s chatter caught his interest. Turning his head slightly he soon slowly sat up, peaking over the side before up to the balcony. He didn’t know what was happening but it was catching a lot of people’s interest while apparently having a connection to the guy who ran off. Maybe once that was all over they’d all be able to carry on to where ever they were going, hopefully to the city where he felt a draw to go. He didn’t really know why he was drawn to such a place but even if they didn’t want him with them anymore he would still try to get there.