[A slight shake of her head makes her glance away, and when she looks back at him, though her smile remains, her eyes are wet.] Valentine's Day is, for me, a day of mourning. Part of my colony was destroyed by Earth in what became the beginning of the war. Two-hundred forty-three thousand, seven hundred and twenty one people perished.
[She tilts her head, letting a tear trail down her cheek.] Just before I came here, their tomb was forced out of orbit and dropped into Earth's atmosphere. Two years of peace ended that day.