He could hear her scream from floors away. Having run to her as quickly as his old body could move, Sigma drops to his knees beside her so quickly that the carpet burns his legs. From behind her, he lays his hands gently against her shoulders and pulls her towards him, her back against his chest, whispering softly in her ear to calm her down.

"Shh," Sigma begins gently, his voice low. "Shh, Eponine. Quiet, now. Listen to me, Eponine..."

He calls her and calls her quietly until he knows she can hear him, rocking her gently in a half-hug. It is dark enough that she could not see how red his eyes had been from crying, but it takes great effort, still, to stop his voice from breaking. Doubtlessly, this had come as as much of a shock to Eponine as it had to him. Sigma could not know why Eva had not said goodbye to her own daughter, but he could hazard a guess...