Cecil didn’t know why anybody would want to be near such a dangerous machine once they found out how destructive he could be, especially to living beings. He could take a life so easily and yet Ethan was trying to convince him that he wasn’t a combat Machina, that he really was like them. There was just nothing that told them he was anything like them other than the way he acted, but all that was still a prolonged lie he was living. He was exactly like those other Machina, the only difference was he was just lying to himself that he was anything like normal people. He couldn’t understand why Ethan couldn’t accept it, that the only thing that made him anything like anybody else was his vague outward appearance. 

Cecil barely knew what Ethan was talking about when he tried to explain memories, especially when he was unaware of the process of being born or being a kid. He might as well be speaking in code for all he knew, the very thought was definitely dividing him further from their kind. He was always going to look the way he did unless he found a new face or a replacement for his eye. He may not know what he looked like but he felt comfortable with the look he had, even if it felt manufactured. He wondered what it was like to be a kid though, or maybe he could be classed as a kid because of his size only to never become anything more.

Feeling rather alienated by everything Ethan was talking about he slowly moved his gauntlets back towards his chest, remaining in realisation that there wasn’t much more to him than what he already knew. Ethan was really trying to find something, instead going ‘that’s not true’ everything he said. It was hard to believe anything he was saying with that kind of logic going into everything. Feeling like he might just leave now at the rate this was going at he frowned when Ethan decided it was best to make him an offer instead, looking to him with sad eyes as he slowly moved a foot back as Ethan approached him. If he suddenly lashed out accidentally then Ethan probably wouldn’t be able to defend himself.

Closing his eyes tight for a moment he started shaking as he found he was struggling to come to a decision, slowly shaking his head in response. “What makes you think they won’t lie and just want me around because I’m good at destroying and killing…? They don’t know me…they’re right about that…” he frowned, giving his normal eye a wipe as if something might be there, “All they know is ‘Cecil’, all there is to know is ‘Cecil’…but…what else is there for them to judge me on? I have nothing they can like me for! Are you-…are you certain they would be honest with me…? Because…because I don’t think they’ll have anything nice to say about me other than I’m good at killing…” Pulling at his cap he frowned, raising his shoulders. “I don’t even know what I’m good at. I wouldn’t want to be around me after what I’ve done…”