Cecil frowned at Ethan’s rebuttal, raising his shoulders briefly. “That was a battery! J-Just…a battery…no big deal…” Lowering his head a little he gasped when Ethan touched his arm, his eyes quickly looking to it before down at Ethan. He just didn’t understand, he wasn’t like them so being ‘sick’ or ‘hurt’ wasn’t a category he fell into. He didn’t know what organic beings saw sick or hurt being like in terms of machinery, he didn’t even know how they interpreted that themselves. Feeling confused he shook his head, his hand reaching up again to his damaged spot. They were all just wasting their time with him, they were just going to lose their money getting him repaired every time he screwed up.

Knowing they were going to leave meant he was going to follow along and not get in the way, feeling like he should just switch off when he got in the cart. He wasn’t going to find somebody who would repair him without becoming frightened over what he was or wanting to exploit him in some fashion. Looking to Zander when he questioned possible methods to make him feel better he stepped back slightly before shaking his head, looking away. “No…no, that doesn’t h-help…” If he went into sleep mode he would just come out feeling the same if only a little more recharged. His feelings and memories wouldn’t change, his brain wasn’t like theirs. Glancing at Geoffrey he almost immediately looked away again, raising his shoulders as he rubbed his head.

He just couldn’t understand it. The whole desiring to help him didn’t compute when he had caused so much trouble and had effectively caused more trouble with the entire group. He brought a sense of unease to the group with that attack of his, not to mention he was very obviously a danger to them all. These repairs he was needing was only going to cause them all to have to head back the way to Norman’s if it was decided upon that, sending them back a whole day’s worth of travel. Once it was finally time to leave he was slow to climb into the cart, hesitation bringing him to a gradual halt before he finally settled in and packed himself tight to avoid getting in the way. Once everyone was settled to go he kept himself low, pulling at his cap a little to hide his head.

While he was tucking himself away he was still listening out to the others, trying to come to an understanding as to what their next plans were going to be. Even if he didn’t feel he should be a part of their group he still felt the need to know where they were going to go next. If they were thinking about going back the way to Norman he would have to stop them from wasting their time. There would be so little good in going back the way just because he couldn’t function correctly, it wasn’t as if he was leaking fluid like they might. Hearing that the plan was to go back to the ship and see if there was anybody around for their weapons, he let out a groan, raising his shoulders. It was like going back to the crime scene for him, he didn’t even know how they might feel about it if only to check on their weapons. Amuné was probably going to hate going back and only end up hating him more. Feeling downright terrible there was a strange feeling inside him to add onto it all, a feeling of emptiness even though everyone was still around him.