He couldn't sleep. That world of dreams was altogether lost to the man, haunted only by those nightmares that occasionally assaulted him. Though he had so mastered that power of fear, and though he was entirely capable of taking away those terrifying dreams of others, his own affinity failed to assist him in even the slightest endeavor. Lately, ever since his death, those dreams had consisted entirely of that feeling of being burned alive. Though his body had regenerated from that terrible sensation, his mind had hardly been inclined to forget it as readily. Fire, it seemed, so marked his life entirely - stealing away his family from him, freeing him twice over from his mistress, and then bringing about his own death. Those flickering flames haunted him, till the man rose with a sheen of sweat upon his muscular figure, entirely breathless as those emerald eyes adjusted to the darkness of his own room. It took him a moment to remember where he was, though the Ark had been his home for several years now, his return still startled him some mornings. His lips pressed together, his hand reached up to run through his hair before, slowly, the man shook his head.

He knew well that night would be spent entirely restless within those sheets - tossing and turning with that sleep so evading him. There was no point. Instead, Tetradore rose from those navy sheets, pulling on a comfortable pair of pajama pants and a thin shirt as he prowled around his bedroom. He needed something to put his mind to and those financial reports from his absence somehow seemed to be the last affair he wished to busy himself with tonight. Instead, the man found himself slipping from the bedroom and into the hallway, his bare feet padding softly against the carpet beneath him as he made his way through that ship and towards the garage that held his perhaps greatest love of all. Those sports vehicles meant far more to him then they should have. They were a hint of freedom, they were a thing to bond over with his best friend, they were one of the few things that gave him even a slim glimpse of happiness.

Tetradore paused in the entryway of that garage, a small frown tracing his lips. There was a scent here, one that certainly didn't belong. The garage was off limits to those who visited the Ark's ring and yet...that smell was altogether faint, causing little more then his eyebrows to furrow ever so slightly. He stepped into that room, moving with the familiarity of one whom frequented this very room, the darkness hardly perturbed him and yet, just as his lips parted to command those lights when that weight suddenly collided into him with unexpected force, sending the man stumbling a few steps forward. A grunt escaped his own lips as he reached for the person, entirely expecting to find Tobias attempting one of those usual antics and yet, he was all too quick to discover that it was a woman that so tackled him. Any hint of softness within him disappeared within that moment as that knife made contact with the back of his hand. Jesus. That blade cut across his flesh, making the man altogether more determined to pull it from her fingers, the dagger bouncing across the floor of the garage and further into that darkness.

Each blow thrown at him was either blocked or endured with ease, the were creature instead simply shoving the woman with decided force from his form the moment his name came pouring from her lips. It was in the aftermath of those single spoken syllable that saw the man suddenly pause, his lips pressing together ever so slightly. He knew that voice - hell, he recognized who it belonged to and yet, he couldn't fathom why she was here. "Lights." He called out, his voice particularly commanding before, overhead, those florescent bulbs began to flicker on. His eyes quickly adjusted to that change in luminosity, his gaze falling abruptly upon the figure of the young woman he had entirely expected to see. His eyebrows furrowed as the man slowly shifted into a seated position, altogether guilty for the strength of his grip and the fashion at which he'd so tossed the girl around now. Still - this left a decidedly more pertinent question within his mind. Why? "Why the fuck are you jumping at me from the god damned ceiling?!" He commented, his tone holding a less than amused sound in it's depths. He could have hurt her. Hell, he could have killed her! "Jesus Vhalla." He muttered, his head shaking ever so slightly before he slowly pulled himself to his feet. "Are you okay?" The Alpha inquired, gingerly offering the woman his hand, his entire frame relaxing now that that perceived threat had all but ended.