Sigma's metal hands stay perfectly still while his blood beats in his ears. This topic should not make him nervous. It was the product of tabloid entertainment and he had no reason to feel threatened. Decisively breaking her gaze, he retrieves his dropped fork and begins to fill his plate as calmly as he can feign. Very well, then.

"Several Arenas ago- in a mall themed game, if you must know- there was a bookshop that printed faux biographies of Tributes' lives." A tactic to make them panic, to make them think the Capitol had them in the palm of their hand in the face of rebellion. "What they didn't know they extrapolated. It was a gimmick and that's it. The product of someone's overactive imagination..." There was a limited run in the Capitol for memorabilia purposes, but he will not encourage her to read it. There is truth in there he does not want even her to know.

"They decided to make you my daughter to embellish a boring stretch of research with plot. It also happened to make several events in the Nonary Game more dramatic, of course." Such as choosing which of his children would live... his fork slams down on a sausage with prejudice. "Thus, the misunderstanding perpetuated. Does that answer your question?"