"Ah..." So he was wrong? Sigma's initial impression of a wise and weathered creature decades, perhaps centuries old was beginning to crumble. But perhaps golems existed that knew nothing of their true nature. Sigma was puzzled, and still expected an attack. "Golems are creatures granted life from inanimate matter to serve a purpose. They are usually made out of clay or rock, though some exist from my world whom are made from metal."

Unwilling to leave until he'd seen for himself what was shown on the screens, Sigma instead pleaded with the other Tribute to describe it to him. "What is going on? The broadcast is of the rest of us, is it not?" The colours he could see in his peripheral vision were certainly vivid enough.