Sigma stood idle for a while, her eyes set on Ritsu as she kept talking. [i]It's as if we had lived in two different worlds.[/i] The young pilot took Ritsu's words inside, and pondered. [i]Shadows and light, I guess. This entire existence is made of them.[/i] She flinched slightly when the Banshee placed a second slice in front of her, still not fully understanding why the Lieutenant would waste the army time's and resources to get a housemaid. She then grabbed the cake with her hand.

[b]"Thank you, ma'am. If you'll excuse me..."[/b] She added, quickly regaining her regal position. Her inner mind was a turmoil. She had been taught this world was hellish, and that she had been born as merely another body to throw in the bonfire of war. And yet this Ritsu was telling otherwise. She breathed deep. Philosophy was left to philosophers. There was a war to be won right now.

And the doll had to do its show once more. She looked at the slice of cake in her hand. [i]I should share the spoils. It's not like It would be healthy to drown my sorrows in cheesecake, as good as it is.[/i] She hurried her pace, cake still in hand, and headed for the cafeteria, where she would have guessed the pilots who had heard the message would be there.

But she couldn't cross the door at first. Ian was there, walking again, talking to them. Memories flailed at her mind, stunning her for the briefest moment, stopping her dead in her tracks. [i]No. So much to do.[/i] She gritted her teeth and accentuated her frown, and the freshly changed, pistol wearing squad leader crossed into view of everyone, looking at the situation.

[b]"Spoils of the battle from the Liutenant. Share with Serah."[/b] She dropped the cake in front of Elora as she was still seating. And then she noticed a strange creature in Antwon's lap.

[b]"Kitty."[/b] She thought out loud, and for a second, she was about to lean and play with it, but she jerked once again upwards, giving the beast a side glance every time and then.

[b]"You're here, Ian. Good."[/b] Sigma said, in a most dispassionate voice, fighting hard to contain conflicting emotions about what happened. [b]"So you are here too, Serah. Antwon."[/b] She tilted her head. [b]"Zan."[/b] She saluted to the moody pilot as well.

[b]"Where are the others?"[/b] She asked. [b]"There's a chat to be had."[/b]