Cecil couldn’t help but feel Norman’s words were empty, a way for him to make him feel better without actually doing anything for him in return. Calling him ‘advanced’ and all that didn’t help him at all. He didn’t know when he would see Norman again, he was moving further and further away from his workshop and even though he had been given reassurance that he would see him again he really didn’t know if that was going to be possible. There was no other Machina specialist that he knew who would happily work on him despite how different he was from other Machina, others would rather see him be taken apart and his insides scavenged.

As a feeling of loss and confusion washed over him he was felt feeling alone, like it was his fault for getting into that mess in the first place. He was scared of what he could do, of what he might do to his friends, or at least he hoped they were still going to be his friends. Amuné didn’t even want to look at him and he was afraid her beast friend Wyth would tear him apart for so much as look at her. Ethan appeared to forgive him, but his angry outburst a few moments ago didn’t give him much hope that it was sincere. He didn’t know much about Zander and his friend Geoffrey, they didn’t know him for very long and probably would forget his name earlier tomorrow.

Staring into nothing as the others talked among each other everything just phased out, the sound of the strange instrument not being something he was able to recognise as something new to him simply because he didn’t have the enthusiasm. Frowning to himself he gave a glance to Nymira, frowning as she spoke before looking back at the ground as it passed by. “I did the right thing…but, but I feel like I lost more than anything”. 

As the day began to settle down, everyone else started to as well. This was probably the time where the others would go into shutdown mode or whatever it was that they did again. He couldn’t remember what they did again, but it probably wasn’t important to him either. He wouldn’t be joining them, there was no reason for him to join them in their little get together. Fire was probably a bad idea for him to be near, seeing as the other Machina melted when they came in contact with it. It sent chills down his spine, how fragile he was compared to all of them and how quickly they could destroy him if he stepped out of line. It made him fear for his safety, even if they claimed to be his friends.

Keeping quiet in the cart he stared up at the sky, wondering what was the best path for him to take. If he ended up stepping out of line again they would probably destroy him, not just bash him on the head. He didn’t even have control over himself when he defaulted back into his original mode, he didn’t even know whether he could come back from that again if it did happen. Nymira and Zander told him he did the right thing, but the negatives outweighed the positives leaving his life feeling incredibly fragile. He would have to give it some thought, he couldn’t go on like this forever and needed some sort of conclusion. It was ultimately coming down to the decision of whether he should stay with them and hope they won’t destroy him the next time he had to fight or leave them and hope he would never hurt anyone again. It didn’t matter how ‘advanced’ a Machina he was, he was still just a machine pretending to be one of them. He felt real, but all that was just programming by someone who assigned him a purpose, probably to give everyone a false sense of security about him before he killed them all. They didn’t have to take him in, so why were they keeping him around? Slowly moving himself into a position so he could lay down on the cart he continued to stare up into the sky, knowing he was going to have to wait many hours for them to get up again.