Ludovica continued to observe the spirit before her with gentle eyes, tilting her head as he reacted to her question about his mother. "Well, I suppose that you're right, given our current state. Nothing does really matter to us anymore. Everything has ended for us, there's nothing left for us to do after today." She smiled sadly. "I wonder if this is the feeling that all of my friends and family felt after their deaths, too. You see, most of the people I knew in life have already perished. I outlived them all by a mile, and the only two people I had by my side at the time of passing were my husband and daughter. No one else was around to see me off." She turned her attention back to his mother, watching her with sad eyes.<br/><br/>"You died young, didn't you? It was probably by choice, as well." She sighed softly. "I know how it feels to lose a son, Johnathan. I lost mine in the late sixties and after that, life began to feel a little more empty. My Angelo was taken before his true time had come, and it was because of this that I was forced into the role of grieving mother, the same role your own mother is playing right now."<br/><br/>She looked back to Johnathan, her deep brown eyes fixed on him softly. "You doubt that she cared about you at all, don't you?"