Silent as the grave. That was what the Siren's apartment was in this very moment, which was appropriate, given what had just been discussed. Sunset sat in her chair, staring at Adagio, never saying a word, looking stunned at what she had learned. As for Adagio, she did not even look in her guest's direction, and simply stood where she was, her hand upon her son's sword. As the former unicorn continued to sit there, she wondered to herself what she should say. But then, in the face of all of this, what could she say? What words of comfort could possibly be spoken to offset the loss her host had been through? She had no answers to these questions, and after wracking her brain for them, all she could do was say the only thing someone in her position could say.

"I'm...I'm so sorry."

Adagio shut her eyes tightly, her head bowing down slightly.

"Your words are...appreciated."

Her eyes opening again, Adagio's face became more harsh as she turned to her guest.

"But they are too late, Sunset. My boy passed centuries ago. So long ago...that none but my sisters and I ever knew he even existed...until today, that is."

She turned to the sword once more.

"He was...he is...the only person in my life, save for Sonata and Aria...that I have ever truly loved. And he is the only one whose..."

Pain crossed her eyes briefly before she continued.

"...whose passing I have mourned."

Slowly, she looked back to Sunset.

"And believe me, Sunset...I have mourned him. Every moment, of every day, for all these long centuries...I have mourned."

As one would expect, no words passed her lips after that declaration, and instead, her eyes never strayed from the well-maintained blade before her. Sunset, meanwhile, sat in silence, taking in everything that had been said to her, and as she looked to Adagio, it was like she was seeing her, the true her, for the first time in her life. To say that she was at a loss for words would have been a great understatement, if only because she feared making the Siren feel worse than she already was. But, gradually, new thoughts and ideas came to the former unicorn's mind, and in the end, she finally got up from her chair. Adagio could hear her approaching, but did not turn to look at her, instead keeping her gaze where it was. When Sunset finally stood beside her, she spoke softly, and with care.

"Adagio...I cannot even begin to imagine what it must have been like...losing someone like that. And I know...I know there's probably nothing I can say that can make you feel better. Not now. Not after so many years."

Adagio let out a dry chuckle at that.

"Indeed. Though in fairness to you...I doubt any words of comfort would have helped back then either."

Sunset frowned at the remark briefly, but her expression softened soon afterwards, and she continued speaking to her.

"I know I have no right to tell you how to feel about this...but I think it's important that you remember what Forte said to you...in the end."

Adagio turned to her at last, raising an eyebrow, which prompted Sunset to explain herself.

"He told you, before his passing, that he had a good life, and that it was you who made that happen. He passed on happily, having done good things, and leaving behind those who remembered and loved him."

Slowly, a smile crept onto Sunset's face.

"I know that knowledge can never replace having him in your life...but even so...I think you can take solace in knowing that that you gave your son such a good life. A life he cherished, that he could end in peace."

Adagio stared at her, and at first, she looked as if she wanted to refute that point, to perhaps even act out in an indignant way. But, as her guest's words sank in for her, her face began to soften. Slowly, she looked to the nearby sword once more, raising a hand and gently placing it upon the hilt.

"I...I have tried to keep his words in mind. It has been...difficult."

Sunset's smiled faded, and for a moment, she looked away. But, after a while, she looked back to Adagio as the latter spoke up again.

"Did you know that he had a son of his own, with the princess?"

Sunset took on a look of curiosity, prompting Adagio to continue.

"Oh yes. Little Jack. I made sure to keep an eye on my son's descendants over the years, and believe me...he had many."

Looking up slightly, Adagio started to gain a look of slight nostalgia.

"Jack, my Grandson, was the first. But there were many who came after. Firefly. Posey. Glory. Sparkler. Surprise. So many others. I remember their names and faces even now..."

For a moment, she closed her eyes.

"...after all these years...I remember them all. It gave me comfort to know that my son's blood lived on for so long."

Sunset watched, seeing Adagio's eyes open, and soon after, saw her expression look, for lack of a better word, melancholy.

"But...after a few more centuries...I lost track. There were so many generations...and the further from my boy they went...the less enthusiasm I had to find out about them. I suppose... just didn't want to be reminded of him so many times."

Sunset considered this for a few moments before starting to speak up.

"When did you lose track of them?"

Adagio shrugged her shoulders.

"Around the same time the Romans started stepping out of Italy."

Although taken aback by yet another reminder of just how old her friend was, Sunset took that remark and mused on it for some time, bearing a look of thoughtfulness as she did so. When she finally spoke up again, her words were low and ponderous.

"Then...you could still have descendants today. Who knows? There might be hundreds of them by now. Thousands even."

To this, Adagio regained her trademark smirk.

"That would please me. To know that some trace of my son's blood still lingers on in today's world."

Gradually, her face became one of slight discomfort.

"I suppose that's as close to immortality as I could have hoped for him."

Sunset looked to her, her face once more saddened at the morose words being spoken by her host. But, as time went on, Sunset's eyes strayed to the nearby sword, then back to Adagio, before finally speaking again.

"I...I wanted to say...thank you. That is...thanks for trusting me with this. I know it can't have been easy."

Sighing, Adagio nodded, keeping her own eyes on the sword.

"You're right...it wasn't easy. But..."

A few seconds passed, but eventually, the elder Siren looked to Sunset.

"...I suppose I just wanted to talk to...you know...a friend about this."

Hearing that, Sunset smiled softly, raising her hand and placing it upon Adagio's shoulder.

"If that's the case...then know I'm always here to listen if you ever need to do the same again. We all are."

Adagio nodded, returning the smile, before once more looking to her son's sword.

"I suppose...in the end...that's what he would have wanted for me...isn't it?"