Soothed by Eponine laying at his side, Sigma's eye flutters shut as he pulls his memories of Diana to the surface. Perhaps this would be a question Eponine would come to regret.
"She..." The old Doctor stops to sigh. He does not know where to start or how to justify how much he loved her. "She had red hair and blue eyes. There was a line of light freckles along her cheek and nose... she was slim, but not tiny..." Her looks are not nearly the most important thing about her, but he explains it to Eponine nonetheless to put an image in her mind of fair, beautiful Diana. In fact, those traits may have been repulsive to anyone listening in from the Capitol, but they were lovely to Sigma. "My love, she was kind, gentle, and strong. She had much to shoulder, more responsibility than anyone should have to carry in their lifetime..."
He began to drink again, eye still shut. It's a miracle he does not spill his beer all over himself. The lip of the can lingers on his mouth for he cannot decide on what to say, each moment too precious and intimate to be shared on television. Finally, after a long swig, he begins again. "It takes a magnificent woman to love a man with no arms or eyes, Eponine," he says quietly. "My little blue bird... I wish we could have had a family. Perhaps... a little girl..." He keeps his eye shut so Eponine cannot see the sadness that has crept into his soul, though his hand rests just above Eponine's head, dipping down once in awhile as if to stroke her hair but drawing back nervously at the last moment. With as much as he had revealed and so suddenly, it was fair to say the Doctor was well and truly drunk by now. "My son wasn't hers," he says bluntly, opening his eyes and escaping the dream. It still made him sad that she could have been. He had tried to give him his mother...
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"She..." The old Doctor stops to sigh. He does not know where to start or how to justify how much he loved her. "She had red hair and blue eyes. There was a line of light freckles along her cheek and nose... she was slim, but not tiny..." Her looks are not nearly the most important thing about her, but he explains it to Eponine nonetheless to put an image in her mind of fair, beautiful Diana. In fact, those traits may have been repulsive to anyone listening in from the Capitol, but they were lovely to Sigma. "My love, she was kind, gentle, and strong. She had much to shoulder, more responsibility than anyone should have to carry in their lifetime..."
He began to drink again, eye still shut. It's a miracle he does not spill his beer all over himself. The lip of the can lingers on his mouth for he cannot decide on what to say, each moment too precious and intimate to be shared on television. Finally, after a long swig, he begins again. "It takes a magnificent woman to love a man with no arms or eyes, Eponine," he says quietly. "My little blue bird... I wish we could have had a family. Perhaps... a little girl..." He keeps his eye shut so Eponine cannot see the sadness that has crept into his soul, though his hand rests just above Eponine's head, dipping down once in awhile as if to stroke her hair but drawing back nervously at the last moment. With as much as he had revealed and so suddenly, it was fair to say the Doctor was well and truly drunk by now. "My son wasn't hers," he says bluntly, opening his eyes and escaping the dream. It still made him sad that she could have been. He had tried to give him his mother...