Nobody moved but the flames and the man talking. It was an interesting plateau, but it was wasting time. The System would not be that far behind him. They couldn't stay here forever, not in the current situation. With this in mind, Cinder made to move past the resistance members. One of the two that he attempted to slip between shoved him harshly, pressing the barrel of his gun to Cinder's chest. Anger flared up, and the flames flared with it. The world narrowed to him and the other man, and he pulled his hand back, preparing to introduce the fool to the taste of ashes.

The sound of heavy steps and machinery distracted him enough to stay his hand and turn his head. It wasn't long before a large robot appeared, seemingly cobbled together with scraps. A voice boomed out, but the words meant little to him, but the tone was that of an inquiry. He felt that it was fairly obvious what he was, but Cinder lowered his hand and turned to face the robot completely to give it a better look at the flames wreathing his arm and slight glow in his eyes. This robot was clearly more important than any of the others, who had lowered their weapons. 

"Won't go back. Can't go back. Never going back," was what left Cinder's mouth as his mind worked slowly to untangle the situation.