Arc believed that she would never voluntarily leave him, but there were all manner of things that could force her to leave. Death. Hatred. Ransoms. Anything could happen and he wondered how long it would be until that thing occurred. Still, he planned to take in every second he had with her. He clung to her like he might lose her tomorrow, or in an hour. He clung with all he had left, which at the moment, wasn't much. But still it was his. No, it was their's. Their moment to share in, one that they'd worked so hard to achieve. He wasn't going to allow anything into that space. Nothing would interfere with the peace that they had bled for, something for which they had shed blood. In his heart he knew that, despite everything, he would do it again. If it meant keeping Madison out of danger and at his side, he would become a monster over and over again.<br/><br/>"You've already done so much. I can't do anything to ever repay you for what you've done... but if you'll let me, i'll try every day."<br/><br/>His tears had dampened her shirt. Of course it was a silly thing to think about right at that moment, but it gave him something to fixate on long enough to, with her help, bring himself back under control. "I'm... i'm sorry I got your shirt all wet." He almost couldn't help himself. He actually smiled. Just a little, of course. Such a remarkable thing. such a wonderful gift she had that, no matter how horrible he felt, or how much he wanted to just curl up in a ball and die, she somehow managed to bring him back from the brink.<br/><br/>"Madison... that man. The man I.... I killed. He was one that hurt you, wasn't he? One from East Side? What did he do to you?"