While Liara has always hoped, like any regular individual, that her life would be well lived, just long enough, and filled with happiness she touched less often on how it would end. This is in large part due to Asari life spans, Liara remembers how the first time someone she knew died she had lived a full 43 years. It had been horrible and she had struggled to put that person's memory into her heart without crushing it. Two scant years later one of her more distant cousins died in a shuttle accident at 610 years old along with her 23 year old daughter. Liara hadn't know them well, but she took a valuable lesson away from that. Yes, Asari have a long time to live but the universe may ask for you back rather quickly. To her mother's distress Liara buckled down at Serrice University and quickly began to focus on doing the things she wanted to the most, being a successful Prothean specialist and a doctor of archeology. Many people were shocked when a mere 60 year old began to make waves with her research and was leading teams at prestigious sites. Really, her life began to sound like some sort of ancient tale, a young maiden who struggles and fights and climbs to the top from hard work and will. With that, she began to learn more about her own potential fate. Perhaps, unlike the wish she had to quietly slip away enjoying herself amongst friends and family, she would die another way. Like the raid she survived at 64, where over half their team died in the crossfire of local vigilantes and pirates. Or like the way years later one of the university's transport shuttles was picked up by slavers, the twelve people on board were never found again. Her assistant at Eletania had slipped and tumbled down a steep embankment, and died from the internal injuries within the hour. She read articles about researchers digging too deeply into the Prothean mystery and being assassinated. Liara began to suspect that it could happen to her, although youthful idealism told her it wasn't very likely though.
Suspended in the Prothean security device on Therum Liara had at one point fallen into a fit of hysterical laughter, her sides and neck cramping as her eyes rolled about. She remembered how a few of her students had worried about the nearly active volcano she would be working in, and the remote location making a prime target for looters. She had reassured them she would be back in two years, and that nothing would happen. Liara had never considered being attacked by Krogan and Geth. Geth! Ha! Of course, that wasn't even going to be it. She was going to die of heat exposure or dehydration at this rate. She knew that at least a few days had passed, but time really has no meaning when you're trapped and bound. No dropping off while enjoying the beach. No light as she passed in a garden. Not even on Thessia, not even in Republic space. She felt another tug of manic giggles as she thought about future generations who would work around this spot, point at her mummified corpse and say, "Be careful."
If the Krogan didn't get her out and kill her first. Of course.