Sigma didn't say a thing as the lieutenant led her into her quarters. [i]Probably a private talk.[/i] Sigma sighed, expecting as much. What she didn't expect was the freaking [i]Banshee[/i] acting like if it was the lieutenant's [i]flatmate[/i]. She stood there for a brief moment without answering anything, just watching the construct strut around with her mouth agape. She shook her head, obviously not really believing what she had seen.

[b]"Am I seeing things...did that unit just-"[/b] Sigma managed to piece together in a sentence, before cutting herself short. Maybe she was just [i]going crazy[/i] with the pressure. She decided to not pay much attention to it. Whatever it was the case, it was best for her sanity to not even dwell on that. She looked at the Lieutenant's invitation, sitting besides her. Her head then tilted abruptly, leaning on the Lieutenant's shoulder. It wasn't probably appropiate, but she [i]craved[/i] for human contact after the ghastly incident with Lorenzo. 

And then she collapsed in a blubbering mess against the liutenant's chest, crying openly as oppossed of containing her tears. She didn't care anymore if she was found out. She gripped her superior tightly, sobbing and trying to form words, only failing to do so. Sigma's meltdown went for a while, before she briskly and briefly pulled herself out of the Lieutenant's proximity, only to try and compose herself, a reddened embarrassment face forming.

And then, Sigma spoke. Her words were shaky, bereft of the gravity and seriousness of her previous statements. [b]"What am I...? I am suppossed to be a doll made of Irina Spanova's flesh. I am suppossed to be like this. But I've hurt people. Even if I had to. I will betray people, and probably do many horrible things. And yet it's what I was created for... why  does it hurt [i]so much[/i]? Am I a failure? Am I a success? What am I?"[/b]