[color=D6CC88]By the time the fight was over, Amuné was the only member of their little band left standing, since she'd used barely any magic and not fought at all.  Ethan crawled over and tried to put the broken Machina back together, but his limbs wouldn't stay attached.  All Amuné had been doing was laying him out nicely, so he wasn't in a twisted heap.  She looked up at Ethan when he took he hands and pulled them away, trying to tell her that Cecil would be okay.  "N-no he won't, this isn't like that.  He...he...."  She couldn't finish, dissolving instead into tears.

When the strange lady came over she didn't look up.  The child had gotten a look at the newcomer's wild hair earlier, and she was loud and used bad words and Amuné didn't like her, even if she had rescued them.  But the suggestion that Cecil might be replaced brought her head up with a jerk.  "You can't replace Cecil, he's not like the other ones!" she yelled, hands curling into fists.  "And I don't want to replace him!  You rescued us, why couldn't you rescue him too?!"  Amuné deliberately turned her back on the two strangers and buried her face in Wyth's fur as the moorcat pressed close in a bid to comfort her.  She didn't understand, how could they talk about Cecil like that?  He wasn't just a Machina, he was a person!

She lifted her head just enough to watch the Muran woman take Cecil's body to the cart.  When Ethan pulled her into a hug the girl went willingly, the force of her sobs shaking her entire body.  By the time they got to town it would be far too late for Cecil.  He wasn't breathing, and he didn't have a pulse, and her Mommy said that without those even if a person could be brought back their head might not be right, and they might not be all there.  And then the stupid lady and the stupid flying man would say to replace him, to get a new Machina.  Amuné didn't want some other Machina.  She wanted Cecil to be okay.[/color]