Sigma adopted you a while ago, after finding out how the Port Mafia treated you before just ditching you after they didn’t need your ability anymore. He felt bad that he couldn’t do more to help you, he didn’t know the severity of the trauma little 10 year old you had to go through to get here right now. He notices you’re having a bad day, your mind plagued by memories you wish to forget. He pulls you into a hug, speaking softly.

“It’s okay.. I’m right here. I’m not gonna hurt you.”