The touch does bring him back somewhat, reminds him that he's not the only person in his world of pain, and though he's now shivering he stops crying and sighs. His body has begun to respond with endorphins, dulling the pain for now - he remembers grimly it won't be for long. He's no longer aware of how much time has passed since he fell and when Neffa found him. One minute? Five minutes? Ten? But Sigma shakes his head, knowing no one else came near him. "No." Wait, there was one, before any of this even began: "-Tracker. They did this. Must have." The emphasis is said with so much loathing that it can only be the Capitol.

He has a little time before the toxicant strips away his last defense. He swallows, unwilling to return to that world of nothing but agony, but knowing he must face it as bravely as he walked into the Mars Trap. His eye finally focusing, he meets Neffa's gaze. Behind him, beyond him, he sees some others have succumbed as well. "Go, quickly." He trembles, his evil deeds resurfacing in his memory, and his face warps into a deeply haunted expression. Perhaps he at last resembles the hundred years he has 'lived'. "You have no need to watch this. At any rate, I deserve it. Run..!"