K had been expecting some issues. What he had not been expecting was the sudden screaming. He didn't even get it, didn't have a single clue what it meant: he might have been able to put the pieces together had he seen Ariadne's execution, but he was unaware. And, because of that, his face shifted from its frown to a look of fright.

Sigma didn't scream in pain. Sigma didn't thrash. He'd never seen Sigma like this, and the feeling of unfamiliarity was frightening. K had gone through a lot, but this was new. He felt something coiling in his chest, uncomfortable and strange as he watched the man - his father, he reminded himself - in his arms scream and go limp.

He wasn't sure what to do when Sigma suddenly touched his chin gently. It was a strange thing: he'd always thought of Sigma as something cold and cynical. Even when he had exchanged minds with his younger self, he still wasn't someone warm, to K. The sudden gentle touch - the crying, the words - made that something in his chest twist and grow more uncomfortable. He took a moment to form a reply. "A-ah, I suppose I am. I... do hope I didn't worry you too much," He offered. "S-sigma, what's going on?" He didn't know if the other had answers or not, but he needed to know if he did: This was confusing and strange. Why was Sigma suddenly dying at the start of an Arena? That wasn't how it'd worked last time...