Sigma had hoped he wouldn't have to explain himself, but he thought lying by omission to the Initiate would lose him an alliance. When he shivers next, it's not from the cold. He keeps his eye shut, pretending he's wading through a nightmare instead of speaking with another person. That way he could deny he ever spoke these words.

"I had a... friend," he says heavily, the emphasis alone revealing his lie. "He died the last Arena," he paused to cough, "and he helped me, too. He went out a stupid way. So I dunno why I thought of him..." His words slur together as he trails off.

The swelling in his throat made him feel as though there was something stuck inside it. He coughed to clear it, but only makes his voice more hoarse. "I have an eidetic memory...," he admitted through gasps, still drawling in the cold. "Things come back to me... quite easily..."