Cecil felt like a mess, falling all over the place like this. He didn’t know how to properly balance himself when he wasn’t used to having his cranium damaged in such a fashion, or how to handle being damaged in the first place. It was his first proper fight he had been in and even if he destroyed the enemy he came out more than just physically damaged. Frowning as Norman helped him back up onto the cart he lowered his head as it was given an inspection. He didn’t know if he was right with calling it a ‘superficial’ wound or if he was just being kind, but either way he hoped he was right with it not being that bad and fixing it would mean it would stop pressing on his circuitry and allow him to function normally again.

Staring at Norman as he went to get a tool out of his vehicle he lowered his head and sighed, giving it a slow rub. He probably should ask him about the capabilities of a combat Machina while he was here, especially when there was so much he still didn’t understand about himself. Without his creators to tell him what he was made specifically for and how he functioned he was left in the dark with everyone getting mad at him for what seemed to be his own programming. He wanted to understand what he was all about so that maybe they won’t get so mad at him, but that did make him scared that they might ditch him too. If he was dangerous they probably wouldn’t want to be around him for too long, even if he had an excuse.

Watching as Norman retrieved a rather frightening piece of equipment he gasped, pulling his legs up momentarily before trying to calm down again. “Oh…uhhh p-pinch…?” he muttered, staring at it apprehensively. Staring at the clamp as Norman explained what he was going to do with it he bit his lip as he slowly nodded, raising his head again. “So…so I’ll be…okay a-after that?” he mumbled, staring down for a moment before looking up again, “Or maybe…maybe I won’t be. I h-have some questions to-to ask after this and-and something to uhh…to show too…”