The near irate panic that seemed to seize the young woman at the prospect of tetradore being woken was hardly lost upon the moppy haired deviant as she near furiously whispered her insistence they hardly needed to involve Tetradore. Tobias' dark gaze so merely narrowed upon the woman. The faintest hint of cufsion seemed to mark those inky depths before the mere noise she was making coaxed a near blatant frown from the boy. His intention was hardly to wake Tetradore in any sense and as such, her belief that he would, was very near lost upon him. Tobias merely taking issue with his command for her silence being so blatantly ignored. For all he was, after all, Tobias was still the Beta of that pack. The boy distinctly used to his commands being followed no matter how garbled or broken his speech when they were issued. Harley, for now however, was merely awarded that distinct frown. That look so seemingly enough to silence her as Tobias strode determinedly and yet silently into his beloved companion's bedroom. His bare feet were soft upon the floor, Tetradore so hardly stirring and yet, why should he? Tobias had slept beneath or atop Tetradore's bed since they were merely children. The sound of the deviant so hardly caused the Alpha any concern as Tobias reached to lift a fallen blanket from the ground- only to near tenderly lay it back over his companion. The return of that warmth so readily coaxed tetradore to snuggle further down, his figure restful once more. Tobias displaying a distinct ability for care so rarely seen and indeed, one so many felt him incapable of. With tetradore's comfort so readily seen to, however, the lanky deviant was nothing if not determined to stride from that room once more. The door closed behind him with a gentle and yet audible click before he all but demanded Harley follow him again.

The raucous sounds of the Ark so readily became apparent as the pair stepped away from those sleeping quarters and onto the main viewing platform that looked out and over the ark. That very place Tobias and Tetradore often sat atop their 'thrones' to watch the battles occurring below. That verandah, after all, provided a near uninterrupted view of the entirety of the ark. Those smaller, less impressive fighting rings as easily viewed as that large, center stage ring Tobias and tetradore so often fought within during those doubles matches. The pair undefeated since they had first taken the ark for themselves. It was, however, so hardly the rings that drew Tobias' attention now as the lanky leopard lent laconically agianst the nearest railing. His fathomless gaze was quick to find a small group of people amongst the growing, milling crowd below as one hand reached to point towards them. That Alpha and his pack were easy to find. The pack sat in a semi circle around their leader as the man explained that plan for tonight's battles- his companions watching on with rapt, loyal attention. Like the cats at Syn watching Risque. Like the patrons eyeing Darcy with begrudging respect. Like Syn. Like Risque. Yes. Tobias' gaze shifted to linger upon the woman beside him then, the nod Harley offered the only understanding the Leopard required before that sudden explosion of power seemed to all but burst from within him. Like an energy kept contained far too long. An entity hungry to grasp its nearest host and oh- how violently and savagely that silent, invisible power did just that. The very room seemed to pause for that bearst of moments as that affinity seized its intended victim with silent efficiency- before chaos seemed to explode. Those pack members were the first to fall victim to the rabid, fractured, chaotic resolve of Tobias' peculiar talent. Any sense of order and unity or loyalty seemed to fade into nothingness. Any ability the Alpha possessed to control his pack was seemingly rendered mute. After all- chaos so directly opposed order of any kind. Even forced order. His commands to stop fell on deaf ears before his Beta turned upon him- the pair crashing to the ground in a furore of mayhem and yet oh- how far from done Tobias truly was.

It was nothing if not easy to expand his power all the more. To allow the fractures and splinters of his own mind to expand. That chaos spread like an infection from one to the next until the entirety of the ark below them fell victim to its embrace. Screams and shouts and hysteria spread like wildfire. Each being affected in a near unique fashion as some gave way to aggression, rage, desire, fear, euphoria- their own minds seeking a chaos of their own creation as Tobias so simply watched that madness....lazily. His own gaze wandered almost calmly across the scene below. The boy so seemingly unaffected by his own power before his lips parted to offer that basic and yet simple assurance that this was what Risque had hated. Chaos. A direct opposition to her order. An ability to override her orders by making all those around him.....like himself. Difficult if not impossible to control. Resistant to her command. Unable to follow her orders correctly even if she could manage to ensnare them beneath the splintered fragments of what remained of their minds. Tobias had not escaped. No. Tobias had been to dangerous to the vampiric queens empire to keep. That very chaotic resolve that all but bled from the boy prompting a near maniacal grin from him then. Tobias so clearly taking pleasure from the madness below. As if the world, for the barest moment....made sense to him. Those beings finally upon his level.

Harley's own features seemed to shift, that look awe upon the woman's features blossoming into understanding before she uttered that simple insistence that Tobias was everything Risque....was not. The direct and opposing side to her metaphorical coin. A genius- even if she warned the boy not to allow such praise to go to his head as she grinned backward. How readily those words were nearly lost upon him all the same. That notion of 'genius' so hardly one he understood. Her grin, however, readily seemed to prompt that look to mirror itself upon his own features once more. She liked his power. Yes. He was certain. Yes. That query on whether or not he liked that chaos met with a ready nod. That near...creepy grin still upon his face as he did before his gaze shifted back to that furore below at Harley's soft lamination she would have liked to have seen it. That nickname she offered hardly missed and yet the deviant seemed near satisfied with this 'Tobs'. The sounds similar enough to his moniker that he seemed willing to accept its existence. Her words however were enough to prompt that grin to drop abruptly from his features. Tobias eyed his creation momentarily before his gaze shifted back toward her.

"Looked.....like this."

Well. He wasn't wrong. Wishful thinking, idle imagination, considering the past.....all such things were little but nuances of life Tobias hardly partook in. Her wistful words answered with plain logic once more before, abruptly, Tobias seized that power back- pulling it back into the depths of his own mind. Releasing each and every being below from its wretched hold as they stood blinking in confusion- oblivious to the boy above who continued to lean lacidastically agianst the railing. Tobias' words, once more, a stuttered, fractured muttering as he tried to offer but.....some effort at communication with Harley. An expression of what had occurred within sin. Risques commands met with his defiance. That understanding, at last, seemed to dawn upon Harley's features once more. Her nod met with a flicker of delight upon his own features. Tobias, after all, relished in being understood. Harley's insistence she was going to say no to Syn too so merely met with an almost expectant stare- as if he anticipated she might act upon such a thing here and now and within this very moment. That silence, however, was decidedly....companionable- the pair so merely watching the crowd below once more. Tobias, at that moment, so seemingly having decided to like Harley. If only for her ability to understand- and from the delight she seemed to find in chaos in turn. That sudden question however- was met with another frown as Tobias' head tilted. As if that very action somehow allowed those words to process more correctly within the vast expanse of his dilapidated mind. Had he ever used that power on Tetradore. How readily his head shook.

"No. Tetra not.....like. Makes Tetra....."

Tobias paused once more, his features frowning again in a clear struggle to find the very word he desired. His mind so clearly attempting near valiantly to explain something far more....difficult then the simplistic words conveyed.

"....sad."

That singular word was offered softly. The boy was so clearly discontent with it- as if it still did not explain what he wished to say and yet.....how readily he lacked the words to describe it. A distinct and clear frustration so readily seemed to seize him then, a growl rising within his throat before he shook his head near angrily, arms folding irritated across his chest with a huff- his dark gaze glaring suddenly toward Harley.

"Don't ask....hard....questions!"

Harley, it seemed, was merely a convenient target for that frustration at himself. The boy was content to blame the unfortunate woman for his own inability to answer her. After all, it was surely her fault for asking that question and yet- how readily her next query seemed to prompt an abrupt reset within the deviant, his features shifting once more, softening again to eye her with something akin to surprise. As if her final question had caught him off guard completely. Was Tetradore like Risque?

"No."

That singular word held no hint of hesitation. Indeed, Tobias seemed near....surprised it had been asked at all. As if Tetradore's apparent 'goodness' might ever be questionable to any being when he himself was sure of it.

"Stay."

That command was offered with no room for argument, Tobias abruptly striding away from Harley once more then to cross the landing and disappear into the corridors and bedrooms that were reserved for pack alone. It so hardly took long before the lanky man returned once more, his hands firmly clutched about a horrifically battered book of sorts. His long limbs folded abruptly, Tobias so suddenly choosing to sit cross legged upon the floor at Harley's feet- his gaze turned suddenly up toward her with clear expectation.

"Harley! Sit!"

Bossy thing. Harley, in that moment, given truly little chance to argue as she was all but forced to seat herself cross legged beside him upon that landing. The boy near lovingly, gently, placed that battered, singed book upon the ground between them before flipping open that cover. That book was a decidedly worn photo album. That first and only picture contained within so possibly more crumpled and bent and well loved then the book itself. That photograph so undeniably Tobias and Tetradore. The pair barely more than seven or eight years old within it. Their arms around one another, grinning for that camera. The long since burned family house within the background.

"Tobi and...Tetra."

Tobias reached to point to that crumpled photo then, its singed edges so barely clinging to life. His explanation perhaps un-needed. After all, there was no denying exactly who that pair of boys was. The pair clearly having been together for years.

"Tetra....never leave......me....behind so.....I never leave....Tetra. Tetra.....always looks after....me. I...always.....look after....Tetra."

The faintest of grins seemed to find the boys features then, his gaze lifting from that photograph to meet Harley's own once more.

"My best....friend and....my brother. All others are.....dead. Dead. Dead. Risky....made them all.....dead. Just Tobi and.....Tetra now. Maybe....Nadya."

Where Tetradore's sister was he hardly knew. Tobias so hardly considering beyond that moment.

"Even Risky....not want....Tobi but.....Tetra does."

And how much that mattered more then anything else.

"Tetra not like...Risky. Not...at all."