It's an unfortunate suspicion to have confirmed, and Sigma's stomach tightens a little. Cold was not easy on old bones, and if he had been forced to spend his first Arena freezing to death alone, he would not have come out the same man he was when he went in. How unfortunate for Roland that he has been alone so far this Arena. Losing someone from the Games- even as a Victor- was hard.
He suspects he knows the identity of Roland's ally, as only one of the recent victors have been male, but Sigma will not put words in Roland's mouth. He nods empathetically. "When you come to be in as many Arenas as I have, friends come and go, one way or another. It is never easy." It's no peace for Roland, but at least his ally was 'safe'. "As for me, I need not search for the few I have left. The Initiate can take care of himself," he explains, and not without some hint of pride. So long as he had his wits about him, the Initiate was a fierce competitor, and Sigma had always been of the opinion that he, himself, was the burden between them. "...And, Eponine is already gone, poor girl. I try to look out for her when I can, but with her strong personality, she winds up out of my reach quickly." It was more difficult to admit that than he had expected, and his energy leaves him, a moment. His words had been deeply affected with concern. He eventually shrugs it off. "I anticipate some company will be a pleasant change of pace for the both of us." And, perhaps, make the end come just a bit faster - Sigma was ready to be done with this.
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He suspects he knows the identity of Roland's ally, as only one of the recent victors have been male, but Sigma will not put words in Roland's mouth. He nods empathetically. "When you come to be in as many Arenas as I have, friends come and go, one way or another. It is never easy." It's no peace for Roland, but at least his ally was 'safe'. "As for me, I need not search for the few I have left. The Initiate can take care of himself," he explains, and not without some hint of pride. So long as he had his wits about him, the Initiate was a fierce competitor, and Sigma had always been of the opinion that he, himself, was the burden between them. "...And, Eponine is already gone, poor girl. I try to look out for her when I can, but with her strong personality, she winds up out of my reach quickly." It was more difficult to admit that than he had expected, and his energy leaves him, a moment. His words had been deeply affected with concern. He eventually shrugs it off. "I anticipate some company will be a pleasant change of pace for the both of us." And, perhaps, make the end come just a bit faster - Sigma was ready to be done with this.