Namek
Once Rosar got inside, he saw Quiral sitting on a desk, creating quite an interesting piece of technology, researching... He seems to wear gloves, and protective glasses, leaning over the table.
When Rosar cought, Quiral jumped a bit, and turns his head quite fast. It was clear he didnt hear him entering.
Quiral: "Oh! Didn't hear you. A pleasure seeing you here, when did you arrive?"
Rosar walks to the other side of the table, and grabs a chair, and puts it so he can sit right across Quiral, and takes a seat.
Rosar: "Half an hour ago... I want to talk about Livon."
Quiral raises an eye, but seems to be interested about the subject, as he has some things to say himself.
Quiral: "Same here... I had the meaning to talk about it myself."
Rosar nods, and crosses his arms, and leans against the table. He takes a deep breath, and began to speak in a softer tone than usual, wich doesnt happen very often.
Rosar: "I may have been wrong the past weeks..."
Quiral seems surpirsed, and got more ingaged in the subject, he has never heard Rosar admitting he was wrong.
Rosar: "The last couple of decades were rough for Voghus, with the war we waged for unjust reasons... I never agreed... When I was still a Commander way back, they forced me to lead a fleet in battle, outside the Galaxy...
I normally defend our Galaxy, and never was an offencive person... I declined, as I saw that it was unjust, so they forced me to retire, so I would never climb the ranks..."
Quiral nods, he never heard Rosar talk about his private life, it is extremely out of character for Rosar to do such thing, but it seems he really needed this.
Rosar: "I lived a quiet life, married, got a place, but I always wanted to lead...
And as you see, I became a Leader, after such a long time, and it instantly threw me back to my early days, when there was constant war, and never enough fleets to defend our Home Galaxy...
So, out of instict, I wanted as many fleets as possible, to prepare for war that would probobly never come, thanks to Livon...
I'm... I'm sorry..."
Rosar sounds more emotional than usual, this seems to be a heavy subject for him, one he has never, and could have never shared with anyone, as his wife passed away.
Quiral stands up, and walks around the table, to stand next to Rosar, and puts his hand gently on his sholder.
Quiral: "It is okay, times were rough back then... But now, we can get peace, even the Betrayer can't push us back in our old ways."
Rosar nods, and slowly stands up.
Rosar: "I think I am ready to support Livon, which I should have done from the start."
Quiral nods happily.
Quiral: "Good to hear, could you get Reyarteb here? I have made something for her, something to help her recover again."
Rosar nods, and walks out of the room, and walks towards the room of Miss Reyarteb.