Cecil didn’t know what he was going to do from here, but that was just the thing about going on by yourself. He had enough thought about doing this so it was nothing spontaneous, he just had the final reason to go. He wasn’t like them, he couldn’t eat and drink all merrily like they could, he couldn’t do anything they could and was always going to be the outcast of the group. When his only quirk was being able to destroy attackers to a bloody pulp he felt he didn’t belong in a group that halfway protested his function. That’s all he was: a combat-type Machina. He didn’t know why they wanted him around if that’s all he was, not to mention he had cost them a lot of time. The worst part about all of it was how they treated the other Machina who went into combat mode. He could tell by that reaction that if he ever went back into combat mode and happened to direct his objective onto them he would be the one to be melted. Nymira didn’t see him as a friend, she just saw him as something useful until he was no longer useful.

It wasn’t as if he had a purpose for travelling, anyway. He never stated his purpose for travelling to the city because he didn’t know, nor did he understand what they hoped to accomplish by taking him with them. He could continue to travel alone, all he was doing was costing them money but with him gone they could sell the oil they got from Norman so they could eat again another night. He wouldn’t be giving them grief anymore by having to stop because he needed repairs or a tune-up. Even Norman didn’t know what was wrong with him which certainly said a lot.

Walking away at a moderate speed he ignored Ethan’s call, continuing to make his way out with his head held low. Ethan would eventually stop and realise what he was doing was pointless and head back to consume his food. Staring down at the ground as he moved he raised his head momentarily when he heard something still behind him, not only Ethan but others, looking back with a glance to see Amuné and Wyth also there. He didn’t understand why they would want to follow him, they were the two who didn’t want anything to do with him in the first place. Pausing for a moment he soon moved quicker before dashing inbetween two buildings, jumping against the wall of one before bouncing off it and onto the opposite one, walljumping all the way up until he landed on the tiled roof. They couldn’t follow him up here, surely, they would give up probably.