King shrugged at that question, his expression pretty unreadable behind the shade of a hat, the cover of an eyepatch, and the attention paid to his cigarette. "There's always people willing to take things too far to get their voices heard. It all depends on just how many of those people manage to group together. I'm not here to say exactly what's going to happen if Mars wins. But as for me, I'd just rather..." The clack of a mechanism and a glint of sunlight as he leveled a polished revolver on Sapphira, who reflexively stepped backward in fear. "...not take the risk."