In spite of his pain, Sigma smiled to himself. He had no instinct to blame, but could be jumpy in the same way, and it was the reason he had put bells on his son's suit. Perhaps he and the Initiate were more similar than Sigma yet realized. "I believe I can manage that," he mutters weakly.
In his daze he half considers warning the Initiate about his prophetic powers as well, but decides against it when he remembers he hasn't had them back for several Arenas, now. He only had them on the Capitol's terms and it wasn't often.
The rain was beginning to let up, and with it Sigma felt the last of his endurance vanish. He became acutely aware of how the cold water had felt like knives against his back, that his body was now left to compensate for the soaking frigid aftermath, and Sigma moans involuntarily in exhaustion. He can not ask the Initiate to hurry, but fears he will be dead on arrival if he does not.
I'm the latest motherfucker (also that was an icon of Sigma's kid dragging his body around yep)
In his daze he half considers warning the Initiate about his prophetic powers as well, but decides against it when he remembers he hasn't had them back for several Arenas, now. He only had them on the Capitol's terms and it wasn't often.
The rain was beginning to let up, and with it Sigma felt the last of his endurance vanish. He became acutely aware of how the cold water had felt like knives against his back, that his body was now left to compensate for the soaking frigid aftermath, and Sigma moans involuntarily in exhaustion. He can not ask the Initiate to hurry, but fears he will be dead on arrival if he does not.