Numira gave Kiernan an odd look at his comment about the food, but then smiled a little,
"Fundamentally it is the same as meals from here." she replied, "Perhaps a little different in look, a little in flavor, but a meal is a meal." She caught him staring at the drink for a moment then smiled again, tempted to offer him some, so he could try it for himself, but she thought against it, instead listening to him as he spoke again, telling her briefly of the happenings since she had fallen unconscious.

Part of her wished she cold have been awake, to meet this friend of Cara.. But hearing that Zed had gone out of his way to get Ixera and help her.. She knew she would have to thank him at some point, not to mention thanking that woman as well. She owed so many people already.. Numira glanced at him a moment, thinking about those machines, then pulled a slightly unsure face,
"Well, we have the Titans on Kiranes. They protect us, they can be made to build, to fight, to protect. They are highly adaptable machines. Those machines looked like them.. But different.. Still.. They were more advanced.. Too great a technology for this world to have.. To give any society not prepared for it a tool that can cause that level of destruction can only end as you saw there.. Or at least it is the most likely end. It is a terrible thing to use such beautiful creations for such ugly means.."

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Benoit stopped only briefly at the rising fires around him, but this only made him cackle even more loudly, reveling in the delight of what he saw, the idea came to his mind that the fires were his own doing. Widespread destruction was all he saw and it delighted him to no end. Kain sifted on the ground, reaching his golem's arm back to grab one of the weapons, pulling it away, it was solid, so she had indeed pinned him. But as he was witnessing, sensations, sights, sounds, any of it could be an illusion. What were the words she had spoken?
How well is your breathing?
Can you still see everything?
Taking effect?
Breathing, taking effect, seeing. It was a poison of some kind. She had somehow poisoned an entire platoon of soldiers. The breathing made him think it was likely gas.. Or-he looked around-the mist? This strange fog around them..
That had to be it. It didn't seem fatal, at least unless some-one was making a foolish mistake or falling for her tricks. Benoit was succumbing to his desires, clearly it affected that sense. Even as he pushed his machine up and looked around, he could see the image of his friend, wherever he stared, Kiernan was there, staring right back at him. It wasn't possible.. He couldn't allow himself to be lost to that desire.

"Oh?" Ixera didn't even follow the movement of the man's arm, nor did it's transformation garner much interest from the woman, instead she took on a mocking smile,
"Bored..? I didn't realize it would addle speech too.. Boring is the word you are looking for.. Boring.. And doomed.." She smirked once more, "A sad fate for you indeed.. Sat there, barking orders, yet the end for you will not have you recognized, you will change little, even while desperately clinging to the chance that your actions will be remembered for all time. An immortality of never being lost to the pages of history.. No.. It is to a beast you will be felled.. You will be consumed and then.. Forgotten." Her last word was whispered, yet it was louder than anything else she had stated and whispered even more closely to Arnoult, the sound entering his ear on the opposite side of his head though.