Cecil greatly disliked the thought of what might happen to him if he was to get damaged by water, knowing he probably wouldn’t have the help he needed if that ever happened. If there was so much thought put into making him and that flaw occurred he would only wonder why such a massive flaw was overlooked. He didn’t like the thought of being thought so little of by someone who created him. He only wondered if they meant to do such a thing and have him as something so temporary when he had experienced rain so often. It was sometimes hard to escape it but he eventually did find a pattern, but it was still terrifying sometimes and even more so knowing it could have a bad effect on him if he was built like an ordinary Machina but with unique features.

While he was better and thankful for it, he still couldn’t help but feel very guilty for having to get helped in the first place. He was dragging everyone into a spiral of debt with everything that he was needing just to be healthy, or at least healthy for a machine. Looking to Ethan and Amuné he frowned at the mention of their expenses and what might need to be done about it, his eyes looking back briefly before he sighed. He didn’t think it was a good idea to hang around here too long, they didn’t know where that man was and if they were needing to look for someone on top of all that they were never going to get away safely. If they didn’t find the person, he felt mildly afraid that he might end up getting dragged away by the man who fixed him because they couldn’t live up to the deal. He wasn’t a person, even if he pretended to be, and would probably just be taken and his battery removed.

Gasping when Ethan suddenly spoke to him he looked around before back down at himself, wiping down his top. “Oh, uhh…i-it’s okay. It’s no big deal”. That would be another thing that they would owe back to Norman and he wasn’t sure if he could have that building up too. If he was by himself he would’ve just taken the oil and left the town, making an attempt to flee before they could catch him. Oil was as important as their own consumption of fluids and organic matter, but only to make him feel more comfortable and need less maintenance. His comfort wasn’t an issue right now, he could last through terrible conditions probably better than the other two.

Keeping back when it came to helping Amuné he wanted to keep his distance from people who appeared to have some authority over others and this cleric made him particularly nervous. He realised anyone in a type of uniform should probably be avoided if he wanted to remain activated so precautions had to be made. Robbed men were considered to be dangerous to him by default and keeping away while Amuné was given treatment seemed like the sensible path to take. Keeping his back turned, he glanced to Ethan once they were all done with the man, becoming alerted at the call to settle in he looked around quickly, greatly disliking that idea. “Uhh, shouldn’t we search before doing all that? Finding this person is of utmost importance right now”, he spoke quickly, looking around, “That man will still be after us and might find us! We have to pay the man too for helping me. We should be searching for the person in question and leave in a hurried manner!”