"Shhh theyll hear us" sigma and phi hohoho im mixin it up :3
(major fuckin spoilers for VLR, probably some for ZTD too but we haven’t played that all the way through so dont spoil me either)
“Phi, you’re yelling. Someone’s going to hear us.”
“Oh, right, my mistake, the big mature adult is here to tell little Phi to take a nap, is that it? Forget the fact that I treated you like the adult you’re asking to be now when you were my age! But hey, as long as Sigma gets to be the adult and look down on little Phi, it’s all the same to you, isn’t it? Having your birthday cake with a thousand candles and eating it too, huh?”
“That was a long time ago, Phi,” Sigma sighs, but he realizes his mistake as Phi’s expression turns volcanic.
“A long time ago! Right! I forgot, silly me, I forgot that for you, Phi is a distant memory! Us being friends, Luna, Quark–it’s all ancient history to you!” Phi turns away from him to pace back and forth in her fury. “Wow, I should be honored you remembered me at all! Lucky me, getting to wake up what feels like day or two after the moonbase, and by the time you get here after dicking around with robots and clones for forty years, you barely remember meeting me! That makes me feel just so much better, Sigma, thank you.”
“I was saving the world in those forty years, Phi, by setting up everything we needed to do. It wasn’t fun for me either,” Sigma reminds her. “I thought you would be grateful I spared you four decades as one of the last people on earth. You certainly made it clear I wasn’t good enough company for you.”
Phi looks so enraged she doesn’t know where to start for a moment. “Grateful. Yeah. Grateful. You martyr. Yes, Saint Sigma, we are all so impressed by your sacrifice. I’m so glad you get that, which I never asked for by the way, to hold over my head for the rest of our lives.”
“I’m not going to hold it over your head.”
“The hell you aren’t!”
Sigma doesn’t know how to prove her wrong on that one, so he finally decides on saying, “This isn’t like you, being so emotional.” He also decides on not continuing and saying that she should be more in control, like she used to be. That seems to be the right decision, because just that was enough for her eyes to instantly go from flaming to ice cold, which is even worse.
“You don’t know anything about me,” she hisses, and turns on her heel. When she stalks off, he doesn’t stop her. It’s strange to him that he even realizes that he would have, when they had met all those years ago.Â
He thought about her every day in forty years, and yet seeing her here, it’s… it brings up a lot. The memories are fresher than ever with her alive and breathing–and even shouting–in the same room. Sigma has changed into a different person than when he met her, he knows that. Maybe she’s right in thinking that change was for the worse.
