With his hands still ready to grab and attack whatever came close to him Cecil’s body continued to buzz, his eyes staring at the very dead Vazra before he quickly turned his attention to Zander when he realised he called out his name. His eyes were very focused and sharp, his expression angry and cold before gradually disappearing. He didn’t know what had come over him, he just snapped and looking back at the destruction he had wrought on that one beast he had been in that state for either a long time or he had done all that in such a short space of time. Gasping, he quickly looked to his gauntlets before shaking them, trying to get the loose blood and melting saliva off. The saliva was doing the same as the toxic creatures from the other night did; nothing. His gauntlets didn’t melt, it just slid right off. Staring at his gauntlets momentarily his eyes flickered, causing him to look up in alert to see what was doing that.

Zander was staring at him with his hand out to him, slowly walking towards him. He was doing something or rather trying to do something, but all it was managing to do was put his alerts on at high. Very quickly Cecil stumbled back and fell onto his back, quickly turning over and wiping his gauntlets on the grass. “No! Don’t I-I’m fine! Look, see??” he spoke quickly before dashing up, stumbling momentarily as he rushed over to the cart. He didn’t know what to do about that, he was just so confused. Coming to a stop briefly he took notice of Ethan, staring at him as he grew confused over what happened to him. He didn’t look damaged, but he was still not functioning.

None of this should had happened, he shouldn’t had ran back. If he knew he was capable of dealing such damage to one then he should had just fought them on the road. What a coward he had been, now their morning had been ruined. Frowning deeply as he stared downwards he gasped lightly when Nymira came over to him, giving him a smile and slapping him on the back. He didn’t understand that gesture, was she happy with him or was that telling him off? She looked happy, but he didn’t know if that could compare with how everyone else was feeling right now. She was the only one he had seen that had the fighting attitude, but nobody else did.

Not understanding how to feel he slowly turned away and looked to the cart, wondering what he was to do until that thought was interrupted by Nymira taking Ethan onto the cart, staring as she too decided to get on as well. This was just making everything so much more complicated, knowing sneaking off was going to be difficult if nearly everyone was going to be on the cart too. Looking over his shoulder at the camp he frowned at the sight of it, knowing he caused a lot of the damage and disturbed everyone. Not knowing how to feel about it he frowned and turned back to the cart only to gasp when Wyth snarled at him, staring at the moorcat before looking to Amuné.

Even though Amuné had attempted to make things mildly better Cecil felt he had got the message well and good, even Amuné’s reaction to him. She wouldn’t even look at him properly or refer to him by his given name. As every little bit of hope that he might’ve in actual fact done something respectful drained out of him he lowered his head as he slowly climbed into the cart, moving quietly into the far corner. “…It’s C-X 00, if you forgot…” he muttered, finding the corner of the cart to be a bit of a tight squeeze, releasing his gauntlets and simply kicking them off to his side with little regard to them being ever a part of him.