Cecil could try and understand Zander as he started to ramble on about something called a ‘birther’, but he really didn’t know where to begin with that. What even did that mean he didn’t know, but it must had meant something if he felt the need to talk about it in relation to his inability to say just what was with him. “Uhh…a birther? What do they do?” He was certainly confused and didn’t understand the terminology at all, especially when it didn’t make much sense in context to the sentence or why he was telling him this. It sounded like some sort of job in relation to what he did, maybe, or maybe he was completely wrong about that too. Just what kind of occupation was that, anyway? It didn’t make much sense to him, but then again he barely knew what occupations were until he was told of a few as he was travelling.

Feeling more confused than he should had after that he frowned as he looked to Zander, feeling like he just made him angry by expressing concern over getting lost. He didn’t mean to make him mad, he was just worried that they would lose track and ultimately end up split away from each other some more. He didn’t know whether he should speak up again after that, he was just making people mad at him. Following after quietly he soon spotted Ethan as well, stomping on over to him at a hurried pace as if Ethan was ready to run off once again. He wanted to give Ethan an angry telling off after what he said last night about running off, but nobody would listen to him anyway.

This whole searching for Amuné was something he couldn’t be of much help with at all, he might as well had stayed behind for everyone to return. He didn’t know what smaller people had that was significant for bigger people to take away or what it was even called in the first place if it was possibly something that was uncommon. He just felt so confused by everything regarding it, especially when he saw no reason why an organic lifeform should be considered something you’d want to have, it wasn’t as if they could be reprogrammed or anything. Losing interest in what they were talking about simply because he didn’t understand it he instead slowly looked around, not feeling too sure about what he was supposed to be looking for when it came to strange people or possibly suspicious people. “What even is a mother…” he muttered in a sigh, feeling a little fed up, “This feels like a big waste of time. They’re probably in a building or something, maybe underground. Looking around where people are seems pointless”.