He can see the Initiate move from the corner of his eye - Sigma protectively attempts to sit up when the Initiate covers himself, believing he had been startled stiff by another Tribute, or an incoming strike from the Gamemakers. His pain prevents him, and when Sigma gauges that there is no immediate danger and returns to rest, he realizes with horror that the Initiate had expected a blow from him.
His simmering anger towards the Capitol once again spits and boils beneath the surface, but is quenched by his own hatred of himself. He had caused this, caused Kurloz to expect pain and punishment from a man on which he should be able to rely.
He was so far beyond becoming a good person and an admirable figure for his son that the Doctor did not know why he continued to live his parasitic life. "I would like that," Sigma whispers tiredly. His voice lowers, still audible to the audience, but easily mistaken as a dying man's confusion. His eye begins to flutter open and close as he loses the battle against keeping himself from slipping into unconsciousness. "But only if it is what you want."
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His simmering anger towards the Capitol once again spits and boils beneath the surface, but is quenched by his own hatred of himself. He had caused this, caused Kurloz to expect pain and punishment from a man on which he should be able to rely.
He was so far beyond becoming a good person and an admirable figure for his son that the Doctor did not know why he continued to live his parasitic life. "I would like that," Sigma whispers tiredly. His voice lowers, still audible to the audience, but easily mistaken as a dying man's confusion. His eye begins to flutter open and close as he loses the battle against keeping himself from slipping into unconsciousness. "But only if it is what you want."