Sigma felt completely lost the moment he discovered he'd been roped into the exchange. Christmas was not an event Sigma normally celebrated, nor was giving gifts a luxury anyone from his universe could afford. To make matters worse, Sigma had never met the Tribute he'd been assigned, but merely knew of him.

Perhaps if Sigma had known the other's penchant for weird science, he would have sent him a viral vector or some other inherently benign bug to play around with. Unfortunately Sigma lived widely in ignorance of the other Tributes, and decided to get the man something he would have liked to receive himself: a thigh-length, handsome black leather jacket, custom-ordered to have none of the frills and baubles that usually came with a garment purchased in the Capitol. It was, perhaps, the most normal outfit in the Tribute Tower, but elegant in its simplicity.

Sigma does not stick around to give the gift in person, but arrives early in the morning to leave it on the table for the man to find. Eponine's deaths haunt him like shadows on walls these days, and he cannot face another one of her killers on Christmas. Still, Wesker had shown her mercy and there is no bad blood between them... Sigma leaves behind a signed card:

"Happy Holidays. -Σ"