Cecil was sure there would be something in his check-up that could be used to determine what he was supposed to function as when it wasn’t written in his memory. If it was written in his memory, knowing what he was supposed to do would be easy and he would have no trouble with understanding himself and knowing why he was drawn to going to the city. Maybe the city was just where all Machina belonged and he was trying to fulfil that desire and need that all Machina must have. If there was something he would be curious about is whether Norman was good enough to break down his accessories and define what he was that way, whether he was someone who had all this information about Machina and not simply someone who only knew how to replace parts and perform maintenance.

Looking to the toolbox he stared at it for a moment before back to Norman who was checking out his gauntlet, watching as he tried to explain what he initially thought about it. “Combat model? So I’m meant to fight?” he asked, looking down at himself before giving a little smile, “I have only had to fight once, but I think I did good during that one”. He was pretty confident that he was made for combat if that was his strong assumption too, but what kind of combat he wasn’t entirely sure. He wasn’t familiar with combat or what they would use Machina for in such things, but maybe he could find out if he found other Machina like him too.

Watching as Norman studied his gauntlet he gasped when he split it part just a little bit, feeling oddly vulnerable immediately. It was making him feel rather concerned at how easy the man made that look. Staring at him as he took a look inside he frowned when everything went silent for a little bit right up until the gauntlet was closed again, his eyes still staring down at it before looking to Norman. “Huh? I-uhh…is that a bad thing? To be life-like?” he questioned him before looking down at himself again, frowning, “I-I just remember a lot of light…and a lot of fear. There was noises everywhere and talking, but I can’t remember what was being said. I just remember being scared and wanting to leave it all behind which I…guess I did manage. I don’t think I was supposed to go, though. Where I was yesterday, there was these men who were wanting to take me back and have me deactivated. So many people hated me, it was just as frightening too…”