Heading to the blacksmith had Cecil feeling uneasy somehow, he was not sure why he was either. He wanted to help, but this strange place they were having to do business in felt a little too familiar to him. He had never been to one before, he barely knew what a blacksmith did but something about it made him feel uneasy and worried for his safety. Even after arriving at the blacksmith and seeing what it was simply managed to make him feel worse. Watching Nymira forge for what seemed like forever he couldn’t find himself feeling better as he watched the metal bend to her will and become shaped in embers and hammer strikes. Something about the process made him feel like he was watching something similar to life being made.

He was really finding it hard to look at this right now. All of this felt like it was the same as watching life being made, even though it was simply metal being shaped and weapons being created from it. He didn’t like the feeling, he didn’t like how he felt he could relate to this process and find some sort of relation to this process. He was supposed to try and blend in with organic lifeforms, not feel close to weapons that had no mind of their own. It was kind of upsetting, he didn’t want to relate to bits and pieces of faceless metals over actual living people. He was mostly made of metal, he understood that, but his mind couldn’t get to grips with the fact that he was supposed to be more than that.

Waiting for Nymira to finish up he simply stared at the array of tools and bits of metal that was lying around, his eyes slowly moving over to the blacksmith himself as he admired Nymira’s handiwork. A lot of what he was could be said to be similar to that of the weapon she presented to the man, how it would eventually be used to kill and be a tool for someone else’s destructive will. Trying to take his mind off that thought process he did end up looking away and trying to concentrate on other things like what they were needing to do next and how much work there was left to do before they were able to leave this settlement.

Slowly turning away and looking in the direction of the exit as his mind took him there before it quickly went back to Nymira as she stopped at him, showing him what was created up close and explaining her work. Looking down for a moment he sighed lightly, nodding as he spoke quietly. “I understand. I still…don’t know what you could help me with just now, though. Maybe…something will appear in the future…” He couldn’t give himself a diagnostics report on a part of his body that was more or less a shell for what held everything that was him on the inside, so the only way he could tell if he needed his metal frame fixed was if something broke and could be seen as broken like his head from before. Norman was the man who could help him with a majority of his problems, even if he couldn’t tell him why he had been made and why did he malfunction so badly on the ship.

Feeling a little lost for thought he gasped when Geoffrey confronted him about himself, asking what he could say about himself that Zander didn’t know. He didn’t know what Zander knew or what he might had said about him from that little explanation, He didn’t even know if there was any awareness of the fact that he was completely robotic. Raising his shoulders a little he frowned, looking down as he tried to think about what he could say. “Uhh…a little of myself. Uhh, well…my name is Cecil. I, uhh…I like sunny days and flowers…” he spoke before he shook his head, “I don’t know what else you want from me. This isn’t really the best place to be talking about stuff concerning me either”.