Madison's thoughts made him wonder about his past, about the things that had happened to her while she was a prisoner with the East Side. What did they force on her? What horrors did they inflict on her with no chance of defending herself or turning away? Whatever they were, they effected her greatly. Her thirst for revenge was not just about her sister. There was personal hurt in her voice when she spoke of them, and of those times. She didn't want retribution. It was a reckoning she was after, and she wouldn't give up on that goal until it was fulfilled. At least, that was Arc's point of view, his perception of her reality. He could be wrong, but he didn't know for sure. "This is a world where 'no' means whatever you want."<br/><br/>Arc considered these things, even after the subject change. "I don't like people. In fact, I hate people. But that doesn't mean that some of them aren't complete jackasses." He looked up to her, his eyes focused on hers, a tiny smile on his face. "If there's a reason to leave, i'll leave. But if there's no reason..." He let the idea hang in the air, letting her come to her own conclusions. Despite whatever sentiment there was to be had between the two of them, practicality still prevailed. he wouldn't be able to stay in one place if the world was crumbling around him.<br/><br/>As they both settled in, and Madison spoke her final words before rolling over, Arc sighed deeply. "Goodnight Madison." His eyes went back toward the entrance, and though he was not able to see it, he could tell that the storm had finally passed. True to history, he would not sleep that night, but sit in silence as his anxiety began to slowly creep in around him. He wouldn't make any noise for fear waking up his new friend, but the tightness in his chest made it a little hard to breath normally.