“Yeah, comparing our people to Murans we’re absolutely the savages”, Kensen retorted, sounding fairly neutral as if it was a matter of fact. Unless her father could chill out and not consider himself a supreme overlord of a war-like clan and have people not fearing their deaths maybe he wouldn’t call them savages. “That whole clan system was made so long ago. The fact Dimurans still fight for leadership is primeval. Being strong doesn’t make you smart, after all”. If he was to take on Nymira for the title of leader he would win no problem. She barely had a handle on her own magic, nevermind fight against him properly. If they let the smartest and most level-headed Dimuran take charge they would probably be in a better place right now.  She was fair riding on her father’s status right now. This whole training thing would definitely see if she was actually going to be able to keep up with him, maybe she could even prove him wrong although doubtful. She wouldn’t had nearly as many life challenges that he had in the past few years, the fight against the beast proved that.

Kensen was just wanting to sit down and mind his own business while eating his food, watching a little impatiently as the server gave Nymira hers first before he could get his. He already had the money waiting, but Nymira insisted on being pretty useless and not have the right amount of coin waiting to be handed over. She was so wishy-washy about riches, it seemed, and was quite happy to throw her father’s money in all directions. This was quite the waste of time, she could’ve saved them the shock and just had the money organised. Looking at her in a side glance he sighed in annoyance, looking away briefly before setting his eyes on the server when he was finally able to get his food and pay. “Hah, yeah. Now you know how we felt when we were sent out to combat a beast worse than that one. Pretty horrible, wasn’t it?” he spoke slowly, taking his food after paying, “I was just a child when I was exiled. You see how that logic fails you? Your father sent me and those warriors to their death that day”. There was probably no use talking to her about it anyway, she’d never understand. Turning quickly he moved back over to the main group as they were the ones he was supposed to be watching over, not that he particularly cared about sitting with them all that much. As fast as Nymira and he had sat down the pair were quick to get stuck into their food, Kensen barely giving the others a second glance.

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Cecil wished Amuné would stop trying to be around him all the time, it just didn’t make sense to him logically. She had been scared of him up until a certain point and now didn’t want to leave him alone. He wanted to be left alone with Norman to get worked on, but having Amuné around would just put her in danger of all these tools that surround them. That wouldn’t be terribly good at all, he would just feel worse too. Luckily she wasn’t going to be hanging around and he was soon left with Norman, his eyes staring down at the tools once more as he went back into his own personal thoughts. He mostly wondered what was going to happen to him today and how much of him was going to be altered, but there was also things that he might end up having removed from him. If there was no use for the crystal then shouldn’t it just come out of him? He should probably ask about that, seeing as those men in the suits seem to be after it and not caring about the rest of his parts.

Looking at his gauntlets for now he was concerned with how he was supposed to use them in the way Norman wanted him to use them, namely for protecting rather than attacking. Using power for a shield might make it a little risky if he couldn’t find any other way to recharge his battery when Norman isn’t around with his equipment. Norman couldn’t possibly follow them all around on their little journey when he had work to do just to make sure his battery was going to stay charged up. That would be rather silly and very selfish of him, expecting somebody to always be there for him just because he was often careless. It didn’t help that he was probably seen as a rather frail fighter, otherwise he wouldn’t be needing all these shields despite being able to use his electricity to somewhat nullify certain attacks. Cecil couldn’t help but frown at the Demacite idea too, considering how he thought about having it inside him in the first place. “Is more Demacite even a good thing when I apparently have some already in me…? I’m worried about becoming an even more valuable target”, he spoke up, not entirely thrilled to be the subject of more attention like that, “I barely know what the other one inside me is for…”

Norman probably knew what to do, he shouldn’t be questioning him so much. Questioning was just something a Machina wasn’t supposed to do, he was supposed to be pretty obedient; however, he just couldn’t find himself getting into that kind of thought pattern. He didn’t understand why he wasn’t like other Machina, even though being different was supposed to be a good thing according to his friends. When Norman suddenly shouted out in excitement Cecil took a step back, staring at him as he went through a kind of mind spark that set off a fair big reaction. He was already confused, he lost track when the Demacite dust was mentioned. Looking to his gauntlets briefly again before suddenly gasping when Norman suddenly got really loud, his eyes immediately going to him before yelping as something was slapped against his back. What was he doing and what was that thing? “A barrier? From my back? What’s it made from? Will I be able to see? How durable is it?” He had so many questions but Norman definitely seemed like the type of guy who would rather see it in action than tell him all the little details. How was he supposed to activate a barrier? He didn’t have anything in his data banks to tell him how a barrier functioned, he figured he would only get things to work if he had the knowledge on how they worked already.