Liz eyes the red haired viera woman infront of her. A hood and bandage covering miqoâteâs blind eye, and almost half of her face.âT..This is... This is complicated. Shite...â, she seems to drown into her thoughts for a while, that single red eye of her traveling around the room, until finally returning on the viera.â...I.. I used to be alone.. a lot when I was younger.. But only after I lost my late wife, I... I understood just.. just how lonely one can be. But still... if you had asked me a moon ago, I would have said 200 summers alone. Because...â, she lets out a drawn out sigh.â...Because that would be... lot of time to reach my goals. To complete my research.But now? Damn... I... I think I will say 50 summers loved.â, miqoâte shakes her head slightly, and under that bandage of hers, it almost seems like a faint blush has risen on her cheeks. She seems confused. Unsure of herself, and of the fact she actually made such choise.â... Y...Yes. I met someone, and now? ... I think I would take those 50 summers loved...â