Akara listened with an open mind but she couldn't help but feel the tingling of doubt that arose as the King spoke of his plan. Once he finished speaking she took a moment to form her responce carefully, when you live your life as a leader to a small area you learn quickly words can be as deadly weapons as and sword or dagger and when you intended to disagree with a King it was best to do so in the most agreeable and respectful way possible.<br/><br/>"Some doors once opened can not be closed my King." She said carefully, "Machines have no loyalty once one is built another will figure it out. It might save us this time only to doom us in the future when our enemies determind a way to use such creations to their advantages." She brushed her fingertips threw her hair nervously chewing her lower lip, "I know things are bleak right now and that we are on the brink of desperation but now is not the time to do something rash. If there is no other way I will stand by your side as I always have but I believe other options should be explored before trying something that could cause so many problems in the future."<br/><br/>Her stance was tense she didn't like disagreeing with her king but she was a worrier, a fighter, and the very idea of a machine fighting this war was so distasteful she didn't even want to think about it too long. It was the same distaste she felt for guns magnified. It was so impersonal, so removed. Fighing should be something you feel, something that leaves a scar and has consequences, not something done from miles away with a push of a button.