Sophia/Frederick
"My condolences, Sophia." The cat nodded slightly as he purred, though the voice would sound as though he was frowning. "I'm sorry you've lost so many people." Frederick turned his head toward the fire, looking at each of the pictures that were displayed.
"I am Johnn's sort of. I'm autonomous, like yours." His head turned back to her. "He's here.. He just doesn't want to be seen. But, he figured he should at least come pay his respects." There was a different tone of voice now, a sadder one. "He never got the chance to meet any of them, but he was a fan of Mr. Hemingway."