https://archiveofourown.org/works/84410741
emotional hurt/comfort // forced proximity // holding hands
There's an air of dust and age seeping out of the walls of binders in here. The metal shelves here probably hold more information than the local library. Sigma would know. They wrote them. After the events of the airport, Sigma woke up with a job. They were instructed, interrogated, and tortured for the record every memory of Fyodor Dostoevsky from start to finish.
All the files are condensed and organized in their humble little storage closet. The survival of all of humanity relies on their ability. Their life's purpose is either in this shitty closet or destroyed with the rest of the Sky Casino.
Their own personal files are a measly two pages.
"Sigma, what are you doing in the storage closet?"
Sigma is caught in a spiral by Kunikida.
(multiple times the agency tells Sigma that they belong + the time Sigma shows they fit right in)
My gift for @littencloud9 <33 This was so much fun to write and wow I love putting Sigma through the wringer! Yay
For @bsd-rarepair-exchange !!