Relieved, Sigma turns his gaze to the screen. Immediately his expression twists from comfort to fear. "Howard," he finds himself muttering under his breath, without thinking. Would he die? Did he kill those people? It was hard to tell without knowing the circumstances.

Then there was another image - a flash of some black-haired boy from District 7, sleeping and looking dead - but Sigma decides he doesn't care to see more and turns. "They might be doctored," he says quickly, in disbelief. "Emotional manipulation is one of their strong suits."