Arc laid out his hand, letting Madison rest her arm in it. He curling his fingers gently around it, not nearly tight enough to hold it there, using his other hand to lightly trace each individual line, saving the deepest, most severe one for last. The look in his eye was beyond sadness, not disappointment, however. Given her circumstances, he could certainly see how someone could become that low, could want to take their own life rather have to deal with the worries and the burden and the sorrow. Even as he followed the deep scar, the one that could have ended her, he spoke softly and kindly. "Madison... I can't imagine the horror that you experienced, seeing your mom like that. But i'm really glad that you aren't in that place anymore. If you ever feel like you're going there again," he paused, closing his hand over her scar softly. "... I will be right there to pull you back from the darkness and into the light."<br/><br/>He leaned down and pressed his lips to Madison's scar. "Scars are a map of where we've been, not where we're going. To get to where you're going, all you need is light." He smiled slightly to her, his eyes searching for her's. He knew well the darkness that could press itself into someone's heart when they felt they had nothing left to live for, no purpose or meaning to carry out. But she wasn't alone anymore, and if he had his way, he would spend every day reinforcing that fact. She had Arc now, and even though she more than capable of taking care of herself, it never hurt to have a person in your corner to help guide you, walk with you, even carry you when your heart simple weighs too much for you to bear on your own.<br/><br/>"Now I don't know if I can top that, but i'll try to come up with something equally as meaningful." He never leg go of her, but instead leaned in a little closer, sharing his warmth with her, just as she seemed to need it. "Uhm... alright i'll be honest, I can't think of anything that meaningful, so this is going to sound completely stupid. I am not ticklish. But there is one spot on my body that my mother used to scratch at night when I went to bed. I'm not going to tell you where it is though. That you'll have to figure out on your own. You find that spot, and i'm butter to just about anything." He chuckled a little, hoping that a little light-heartedness would pull some of the malaise out of the air and bring Madison some comfort.