Cecil didn’t really have his attention on the conversation, nor was he wanting to add anything to it. He was certain he was just wasting time standing around in this room with all of them and even the comment that he should proceed to consume something like some organic being might do didn’t have his attention. He was not going to pretend to eat just to make the person feel better about him, pretending to eat wouldn’t do anything to help him. All he could do was stand around and wait for the exchange to come to a conclusion, feeling regret that he didn’t just resist Ethan’s prompts to get out of the cart and come inside. He wasn’t of any use standing around nor was he involved in this conversation they were all having, wasting their time with having to watch over him too.
As everything as drawing to a conclusion it seemed the guy was going to travel with them, making him wonder why everyone needed to be in here. He was not really understanding the whole process and why it needed everyone to convince this guy to go with them, especially when he didn’t fully understand why they needed him that badly. The concept of healing wasn’t something he was completely familiar with but if they needed him this bad that they had to practically beg to get him to come along with them then it must’ve been important. Looking to the others he slowly moved to them again, still trying to keep his distance just in case he wasn’t going to be welcome going near them. He was hoping to be as quiet as possible and just blend into the background, just so he wouldn’t bother the others by accidentally bumping into them and set off the animal. He was afraid that he would be damaged more if that creature lashed out at him again.
Staring down for a moment in a blank stare as if contemplating life he looked up to Nymira when she mentioned his name, realising she was talking about getting him fixed. It was something like sending Norman a message and he would be able to find him eventually, but problem with that was his memory felt like it had been damaged or rather he was in too much of a rut to think about how to do it again. He felt like he didn’t deserve to be repaired, not when he betrayed everyone. His faulty senses would just have to be his punishment for acting recklessly. They couldn’t go on a detour back the way they came just because he screwed up, that would be pointless and a waste of time. Feeling a little worried that he was just wasting all of their time now he looked to Ethan before reaching up to his cap, pulling it down over the damaged part of his head. “I-I-…I don’t know what purpose that would serve…” he spoke, slowly looking away, “I can, uhh…repair myself. Don’t worry, I’ll just-…I-I’ll be fine…” He couldn’t even understand why he was so concerned over a Machina. He was only pretending to be one of them when in reality he wasn’t even close to being one of them. “Just keep me in the cart. I’ll-I’ll-I’ll stay out of the way there”.
As everything as drawing to a conclusion it seemed the guy was going to travel with them, making him wonder why everyone needed to be in here. He was not really understanding the whole process and why it needed everyone to convince this guy to go with them, especially when he didn’t fully understand why they needed him that badly. The concept of healing wasn’t something he was completely familiar with but if they needed him this bad that they had to practically beg to get him to come along with them then it must’ve been important. Looking to the others he slowly moved to them again, still trying to keep his distance just in case he wasn’t going to be welcome going near them. He was hoping to be as quiet as possible and just blend into the background, just so he wouldn’t bother the others by accidentally bumping into them and set off the animal. He was afraid that he would be damaged more if that creature lashed out at him again.
Staring down for a moment in a blank stare as if contemplating life he looked up to Nymira when she mentioned his name, realising she was talking about getting him fixed. It was something like sending Norman a message and he would be able to find him eventually, but problem with that was his memory felt like it had been damaged or rather he was in too much of a rut to think about how to do it again. He felt like he didn’t deserve to be repaired, not when he betrayed everyone. His faulty senses would just have to be his punishment for acting recklessly. They couldn’t go on a detour back the way they came just because he screwed up, that would be pointless and a waste of time. Feeling a little worried that he was just wasting all of their time now he looked to Ethan before reaching up to his cap, pulling it down over the damaged part of his head. “I-I-…I don’t know what purpose that would serve…” he spoke, slowly looking away, “I can, uhh…repair myself. Don’t worry, I’ll just-…I-I’ll be fine…” He couldn’t even understand why he was so concerned over a Machina. He was only pretending to be one of them when in reality he wasn’t even close to being one of them. “Just keep me in the cart. I’ll-I’ll-I’ll stay out of the way there”.