Cecil didn’t know how long it would take for him to end up killing someone but he reckoned it would be pretty soon given his current track record. He was destructive and didn’t know how to hold back when his programming told him to go all out. He couldn’t fight what he was made to do and everybody else couldn’t change what he was either, even if they tried their hardest. He wasn’t like them, he recognised he couldn’t do anything else if he wanted to and would have to continue fulfilling his purpose. It was hard enough explaining himself to the others too, it wasn’t as if they understood what it was like being built never to change. Everything he was feeling was just building up to the point that he didn’t want to end up killing the others over, hoping they might understand and not become angered over and dismiss everything he said.

Hoping that maybe they would understand where he was coming from he kept his head lowered, raising his shoulders a little when Zander gave his opinion he let out a sigh, looking to Zander when he was instead given a harsh look. He didn’t understand the question, he was the one who brought all those things to them in the first place with the men in suits following him and running back to the camp with the Void Beasts instead of dealing with them himself. It was a stupid thing he had done, he should had been covering himself up too by the end of the day so that he didn’t stand out like a sore thumb. He would be fine in the city where he was heading, but right now he couldn’t hide himself with all these augmentations he looked like he had.

“But…I was the reason all those things happened…” Staring down at the floor for a moment he frowned as he glanced over at Amuné before looking away again, wondering what he was supposed to say about that. He didn’t know anything about ‘the Nine’, he was just a machine. None of those things would ever matter to him because he had no ties to any culture they had. Zander and Geoffrey were the only ones who didn’t realise he was a Machina and he knew that, but he was really beginning to feel alienated when those factors were mentioned. He wasn’t young, he only looked young and he most certainly didn’t have little hands when these gauntlets were his hands. Staring down at his gauntlets for a moment he gasped when he was told to look up at him again, his eyes quickly going to the others before he looked down once more, feeling like he was being cornered more than anything else. “But I-…”

Cecil was barely able to get a word in, nor a reaction. Zander was set on seeing him as a living being who was capable of stopping himself, but he had programming that nulled his free thinking and had him set on causing destruction. This talk would be great if he was actually a Muran, but all these points he was giving him didn’t help him fight his inner programming and stop him from destroying everything. Looking back up at Zander he watched as he seemed proud of what he had said, his eyes slowly dropping again as he struggled to think of something to say. He couldn’t tell Zander he was a Machina in front of all of these people, even if everything was so loud he would still become startled and might cause a scene.

Looking rather lost he remained where he was with Nymira who soon talked to him as well, his eyes looking elsewhere for a moment as if to see if others were listening. It was too dangerous talking about how he wasn’t flesh in an environment like that but Nymira didn’t seem to care, she never really cared about what he was. Somebody was going to overhear, maybe even Zander. This was too difficult for him to process properly when none of them had the same problems he faced or had encountered them before. Everybody seemed set on telling him to stay despite the problems he created whenever he was around them. “Life is precious…even when it’s pretending to be alive…?”

Cecil didn’t understand much of what was said but he did understand that they didn’t want him to leave, even if they barely knew anything about him. Gasping when Ethan suddenly spoke up he looked up to him, staring at him when he made the decision for him before looking to Amuné. He didn’t know if Ethan was simply speaking for her or had made her decision for her instead of allowing her to say what she really thought. He was so confused, he didn’t know what he was supposed to think but he did know none of them were going to let him leave. If he tried to run away they would just find him again or chain him down every night so that he didn’t leave, maybe they would eventually get into the habit of having him switch off at night just so he didn’t. Thinking it over for a moment he remained where he was, staring at the floor as the music was drowned out by his own thoughts before being suddenly snapped out of it by a loud noise.

Looking up he saw Amuné pushing away her chair, gasping as he jumped slightly to the side when she came down with it. Panicking briefly he went to pick up the chair, paying no heed to Wyth before freezing as things went a little quiet regarding the chatter that had went on before. Dropping the chair again he quickly stood up straight again, looking around. Despite Amuné being the one to cause the noise it was Cecil who was once again becoming the centre of attention, his eyes quickly looking around at the people who were now staring at him. It hadn’t been his intention to get everybody’s attention by trying to help, he had also been hiding well enough from their attention before so it wasn’t as if he was asking for it.

Backing away from Amuné and the chair he gasped and looked away in fright, being all too quickly reminded of what happened back at the village. This was the part where people would get suspicious over him, possibly call someone that wanted to come get him to take him away. He didn’t know how the men found him, there could had been one in here right now and he didn’t know it too. Panicking internally he almost stumbled on his feet, feeling like he should go to their room before ultimately deciding to go the other way. “I-I’m…going outside for a little bit…” he muttered, quickly turning around and heading out, feeling like he needed to get out of everybody’s sight, where he wouldn’t be cornered and where he definitely wouldn’t cause trouble; it’s not like he needed to eat or drink, he wasn’t like them anyway.