Cecil didn’t really know what he wanted at the mention of finding information, knowing there was too much on his mind to try and focus the idea. He didn’t know if he wanted to know or if he had to know, trying to give himself a change to think through it before deciding what was best for him. It had been a rough day and a bit for him so far and there was no way he was going to be able to calm down after falling into a state of paranoia that he was a lot more dangerous to others than he initially thought. With the fact people were screaming at his presence in the last village, how he handled the attacker and then how he instinctively reacted towards Nymira he wasn’t sure about his own future and whether he was being wise with the whole hanging around these people.

Maybe it was bad to start thinking like that just as they were starting their journey, but it was hard for him to concentrate ever since being told he was a combat Machina. He might end up hurting someone accidentally, he didn’t know what could set him off next time. Feeling some doubt towards his future with these people he tried to keep his mind off it, frowning as he looked to everyone before to Norman’s place as they arrived again. He stared at Norman once he was spotted, watching as he put together what was for him before gasping when he thought what he heard was Norman breaking something. He didn’t know what that was but it scared him a little, wondering if he somehow broke the man just by looking at him. Hoping that wasn’t the case, he stared at Norman as he gave off a list of everything, confused as to what ‘dew-dads’ were initially before slowly nodding. “O-Okay…thanks. Thank you. I hope it is okay…”

This was going to be some journey. He didn’t know what he was going to end up doing on the journey but he hoped it wasn’t going to involve too much fighting. He didn’t know what he could do fully and if he had to fight he would probably find out, but he didn’t know if that’s what he wanted in the end. Seeing how it made people scared last time he did hope there would be no problems this time. Looking off towards Amuné he didn’t really understand what she was doing to Norman, watching her grab him and give thanks. Seemed like a rather violent ritual of thanks to him, but it must’ve been a positive. Slowly moving away he soon turned to leave again, knowing Norman would be there if he requested his help like he told him before. He just needed to get into the cart now and they were to start their journey.