Kensen was pretty chill, he wasn’t going to get mad if they were going to take their time eating. He wouldn’t call himself lazy, he just didn’t much care about forcing objectives on others when it meant he could skip out on working too. They were still going to get the same length of training in the end, it wasn’t as if this was all going to get a shorter training session in the end. He may be very lax but he wasn’t going to be irresponsible and not do his duties. He would never be in the position he was now if he was a slacker. Having the idea of food before training was fair enough for him and he was going to allow them to eat something when he was a bit hungry himself. He didn’t see himself moving much in this training to start, they could barely control the direction their magic went in nevermind use it on someone else. That would be funny, them hitting him with their magical abilities.

Letting them get on with their own little chatter he sorted himself out once they got to the humble little joint, not caring if the others might complain about it. So long as they had money it would be fine, otherwise if they did not they would have to owe the group more than just the debt they had to pay for them repairing their Machina. With the thought mainly on his food he was quick to get to the front, minding his own business when Nymira seemed to had squeezed herself in right near him as well. With a look down at her momentarily he soon looked away again, frowning. He didn’t really want her to be so close, he knew why she would be too. She was just going to try talking him out of staying here again, probably because she was angry she wasn’t getting her own way.

Tilting his head back when she finally decided to speak he slowly lowered his head again, feeling annoyed already even though a question hadn’t been asked at that moment. She was pretty persistent, that was for sure. He did wonder if she had met any other Dimurans outside her own territory too. They were out there, she just didn’t seem to care that much about finding them because they probably weren’t from her Clan. Looking to her with some degree of irritation in his face he questioned just whether she really was that dense about other cultures and ways people live and survive. “Hmm. How very insensitive of you, Princess…” he sighed, looking away again, “Just because they’re not all warriors means they’re useless. You should be more sensitive to different ways of living if you’re supposed to be doing stuff in this kingdom, seeing how you’re wandering around here in the first place. The Church stuff doesn’t affect most of the population here, so why should they have to worry about something that won’t hurt them? There’s not many Magi around, anymore…”

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Cecil just wanted to know what he was and how he was supposed to fit in, but Amuné was constantly trying to confuse him with her own ideals. A combat Machina with emotions, just how was that supposed to be useful? He could get frightened in battle and retreat, so surely he wasn’t made for that kind of thing. Why was he so aware of his existence? Where did it all start and why did he feel the need to flee from his point of origin rather than face it head on? Hearing Amuné being so insistent on him being considered a person was just causing him to question everything even more. Maybe it was time to just shut up about it. Everybody had moved on since then and were all minding their own business so he shouldn’t be dwelling on it.

He didn’t care much for Gage’s response either. That guy just looked like a horrible person and while he knew he shouldn’t judge people by their looks he just looked like he wanted to be considered one by others and act like it too. Of course he would be one to be hunted all the time, he looked like he had something to hide that others would want. Whatever though, he was probably just saying what everyone was actually thinking as well anyway. “Fine…I won’t say anything! I wasn’t going to say anything to anyone, anyway”. This whole journey was about him trying to find his place among these people, but if nobody cared enough to get angry at him when he spoke about it then there was no need to continue with it. What was he supposed to do now then? Quit trying to find answers? Whatever though, he was likely not going in the right direction to find them knowing his luck.

Once they arrived at the workshop again he stared at Norman once he showed himself before to the workshop, frowning a little. This was going to be a disaster no matter what they were going to do, he just knew it. What if he was set off again and accidentally killed Norman? That was certainly worrying but as Gage said he shouldn’t talk about it being a possibility. Just what was he supposed to think about? He had no other hopes or worries unless hoping he wouldn’t kill somebody again counted. What did living beings do when they didn’t want to find answers? They consumed a lot and shut themselves down at night a lot, those were two things. What were the others doing just now? They said something about food so that came under consuming. How was he supposed to be more like them if he did neither of those things?

This was so confusing to him. Everybody had their end goals but his was nowhere to be found and annoying people. He did think of the end results if he asked Norman to remove the crystal from his chest, if that could be considered a goal. If that was removed then those men probably wouldn’t try to chase after him, so maybe that was a good goal to have. Without it he could go back to doing something, he wasn’t sure what. Maybe he could also ask what his type of Machina were capable of doing, at least something that wasn’t destructive and going to kill people. Maybe lifting things, but what? Definitely not anything in the workshop, all the things in there looked pretty settled on where they needed to be. There had to be something a Machina could do, at least one like him. Sighing lightly to himself he found he hadn’t really been paying much attention to what was actually going on and instead gasped when something was fired. That was just startling and certainly brought him out of his thought process. Shaking his head he slowly moved away, mostly wondering why he was standing around while all this was going on.