Man, she really was incredibly naïve, wasn’t she? She didn’t know anything about the outside world and that much was hilarious to him. “Hmm. Maybe, just maybe, we wouldn’t have such a hard time living if…you know, we didn’t fight against each other all the damn time”, Kensen spoke, looking to Nymira and shrugging hard once before looking away from her again, “The Muran don’t care about conflict and battling as much as Dimurans do, you know. They want to grow up to be farmers, bakers, florists, hunters…mothers and fathers. It’s their sense of community that allows them to thrive and be happy”. She was never going to get it even if he explained it a thousand times to her, she was just that kind of stubborn. Her reasoning for coming to this place was purely from her father’s self-importance, probably. He had come to realise that these people were reasonably good and peaceful, at least once you got passed the fact that there was still homeless and thieves around; however, that didn’t compare to the problems the Dimurans had. They would fight against each other and only see importance in one’s self once they were able to prove their strength. That’s where his clan lost out against hers: his may have the power of flight and was fast, but hers were strong with the reputation of being masters of the earth.

Feeling his own memories beginning to drag him away he soon stopped himself from going further with Nymira’s help of all things and her asking about the cities. It was an odd question, one he didn’t really know an answer for. “I’ve heard it’s hard. A fair number of people who live here came from the city so I can imagine you can ask around and…interact more with the locals…” She was probably never going to do that. She certainly acted above and beyond the ‘commoners’ and would probably never stoop to that low a level. She was only talking to him because he was a Dimuran that she was slightly aware of existing prior to her coming here. Mostly wanting to mind his own business at this point he lowered his head a little bit and turned to look at Nymira once more, listening to her doubting her team. “You know, you don’t sound much better yourself. You’re also having to get trained by me, you know. Aren’t you just helping the child find her parents as well? Then there’s the Machina: if you feel it’s weird having it around, just sell it and hire some professional warrior or whatever. You certainly complain a lot about others and their abilities when you’ve yet to prove yourself to me alone who is supposed to be a lesser rank than you…”

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Just who were these people, anyway? Cecil felt completely lost, he had no idea who these people actually were and seeing all these weapons and aggressive residents made him pretty concerned. He didn’t get told anything, everyone just acted like he was aware of what was going on the entire time even though he wasn’t. He really wished he was told more about things, but then again he was supposed to be a pretty mindless machine and not have this much self-awareness. All this talking about weapons definitely had him on edge but there wasn’t much he could do or even ask them about. He just had to stare at nothing as if going on standby, his mind lost to the confusion of the moment until he was suddenly pulled by Norman and out of the moment that had utterly confused him. His current thought pattern had been interrupted by the sudden change of environment as he was now staring at a bunch of tools on a table.

Staring at the tools was like staring at his possible destruction. Norman could take him apart if he wanted to and probably have no problem with it either. He was feeling particularly nervous about that now, but he understood he was probably going to need it if he really was just a prototype model. Problem was what if the tinkering broke him? He didn’t know how well his body will be able to handle any sort of medication, he might end up falling apart if Norman wasn’t careful. “Why do I feel I’m being blamed for ending up like that…?” he frowned, staring at his gauntlet as Norman decided to give it a closer look for whatever reason. He didn’t really know what a lot of his own body did until his programming kicked in, he just knew he could fire his gauntlets and project electricity out of them. Not entirely certain as to what he was finding to be so interesting he simply stared at him giving it a poke, gasping when he suddenly shouted about a shield. “Huh…? Since last tune up? Okay I guess I mean I don’t have any issues to report. It was at 87.63% when I was switched back on which is kind of low for how long I’ve had the battery for, but I have been using a lot of power…I just don’t know how to recharge if I can at all”, he spoke, slowly looking away as he spoke before quickly looking back again, “I’m at 99.95% at the moment, though…since I was recharged. Why? Is that too bad for a shield…?”