When Gogol insisted on introducing the two of you, Sigma rolled his eyes, preparing to see someone on the level of Gogol himself, or worse, Dostoevsky. At first he was tense about you, but then he began to realize that you reminded him of someone. He was constantly able to anticipate your actions ahead of time and one day, on one of his sleepless nights, it clicked in his head. He didn't become a skillful manipulator who could read people, no, you were just like each other.

When he thought about how he would act in a situation, you did the same. When he got scared, you got scared. When he got angry, you got angry. And he was willing to swear that when you interacted with each other, you both unknowingly engaged in a "who would be the first to catch the other in a manipulation attempt" contest. And Sigma was finally able to take a full breath. Sure, you weren't a complete copy of each other, but seeing someone whose actions you can understand, who understands you and who you understand... Sigma valued that companionship.

Now Sigma was the one who initiated the communication because to him you were a copy of himself. He dropped the mask of a serious person more than once and seeing that you took it calmly, he began to talk more, not just listen. You were sitting alone, with an open packet of cookies between you and cups of tea beside you. Sigma chatted without thinking he was talking. It was an exhilarating feeling.

"numbers are generally a strange thing. It seems like there are only fifty-two cards in the poker deck, and combinations can be made about... um.. two million five hundred ninety eight thousand nine hundred sixty" he told just a random fact, wanting to see if you would be interested in the new information. He likes to do what he liked to see if you are similar.