"Your idea of fun and my idea of fun are two different things," Isabel shot back, nervously watching the bed give a shake as the Giant's head was smashed back onto the mattress. She didn't have any doubts that he could break it if he wanted to. It would be a huge inconvenience to have to replace the broken pieces. "Babysitting is never fun. Especially when the overgrown kid can't keep his damn pants on." She couldn't remember an outing with Bane that had ever really remained quiet for long. There was always some kind of trouble cropping up. It was difficult to avoid trouble given her reputation, especially when combined with the Giant's own, but being able to avoid a near heart attack would be a nice change of pace.

This time she did bristle as Bacchus continued to talk and to call her out on everything she had said thus far, her hands balling up into fists as they were dropped to her sides. He was nearly begging her to break his nose, and she'd feel entirely justified if she went through with the action. "You're only a handful of doors down the hallway, Bane. It's not that far away. And I cant get rid of you even if I try. I can't miss you! You never leave! And I'm not blushing!" She was being mean again, and she knew it. Some part of her regretted it when she was unkind to her companion, but a larger portion of her mind was convinced that he deserved it if he was so determined to upset her. Any previous admittances to herself that she'd missed Bane in some way when he'd been gone were harshly shoved to the back of her mind.

She continued to glare at him as he finally got up off her bed, the poor piece of furniture rising back to its proper place once his weight had been removed. An attempt was made to back away from him as he approached, though the hand that was placed on her shoulder prevented her from moving too far away. Her glare turned into a more quizzical look mixed with a portion of apprehension as he did nothing but stare at her for a moment before speaking. She didn't answer him immediately after he'd spoken, but instead just watched him as he dropped his hand an moved on to admire the ornaments she'd stuck into the wall. She wasn't entirely sure how she should reply.

There wasn't much time to formulate a satisfactory answer as Bacchus picked up his statement where he left of. She didn't particularly like where he began. "I did not overreact! And if you think I like you so much, you shouldn't be acting like that anyhow! Jealousy is not a good way to get attention, any idiot could figure that out!" she spat, any fading that would have occurred in her color quickly replaced and then outdone. She hated blushing. It ruined everything when she was trying to make statements that contradicted with her real thoughts and feelings.

"How the hell would you have expected me to react if one of my friends was in trouble like that?" she continued, this time moving a few steps toward him rather than away, her gestures becoming more animated as she became more agitated. "What the hell would you have liked me to do? I couldn't even get you to listen to me! You almost died, Bacchus! I had to sit back and watch you have a seizure while Sebastian, Abyss, and the Clones did their best to help you out! Do you know how frustrating that is, how utterly useless it made me feel? You needed help and I couldn't do anything beyond making a phone call." Her anger was steadily declining in favor of a mix of other emotions that were working to surface. She could feel a lump trying to form in her throat and she did her best to swallow it back down. There was absolutely no reason for her to start crying, and so she refused to do so.

The concept of a relationship only being unsuccessful based on how disappointing a choice in a partner was had never quite been put to Isabel in such a way. She hadn't initially seen anything potentially disappointing in her last pick, though it had still ended badly. She wasn't quite so sure she agreed. "It's easy for you to say that then, if you've never been disappointed. I've met people who were never supposed to let me down and who did anyways," she replied somewhat bitterly. She'd already hit on a state of mind that was more openly emotional than she usually ever allowed into such an argumentative discussion, though now that it had begun to leak out she couldn't quite seem to cap it off again.

"We're mutants, Bacchus. We're let down all the time, some of us have been since we were little kids. You know what my parents did when they found out I was something abnormal? They stopped talking to me, they tried to stop looking at me, they tried to pretend like I didn't exist until they dumped me off with some other foster kids to become someone else's problem. And the last kid I tried dating? Yeah, he disappeared a short while before the Registration took place and showed up a few months after it had ended. You know what he told me? He let me in on a real nice secret. I had a cat once, you know. A little black and white one. Turns out that kid was an animal shifter who had been pretending to be my cat until he put on his human skin. He'd sit in my room and spy on me, or he'd follow me into meeting with the Order and spy on those. He's also one of the X-Men now. Who the hell knows what he's told them! I could have put the Order, my friends, in danger because I was so stupid."

She was getting frustrated again, any motioning of her hands having paused for the moment as she stood, her mind working to run back over whatever she'd said. She'd never hear the end of this, she was sure of it. With a huff she turned away from Bane and went to sit on one of the bottom edges of her mattress, crossing her arms and facing away from the Giant. "It's easier the way I do things," she repeated, working to calm down in order to allow her cheeks to cool and to attempt to rein her emotions in.

Turning his attention from one badge then the other he simply stated, “I’m not from this country, I am going to be here as long as I want to be, there are very few things keeping me here, I meant if I just packed up and went back home. Not so much as even a warning or a note, I’d imagine then you’d miss me…” trying his best not to reveal to much of his current occupation Bacchus listened to Isabel as she continued to talk she was a human hater after all he mentioned before but how would she feel if the sole reason he came to America and ‘joined’ the order was so he could protect a bunch of humans, humans that were easily worth giving up his life for, the Thunder Dome fight with the fusionist was a perfect example, he needed the money to protect them and that was what he was after.

“Jealousy,” Bacchus said calmly after Isabel spoke once again, “Is a trick I use to make people realize their true feelings, you were to stubborn and still are to stubborn to admit any feelings for me, however you’ll admit you were jealous.” Turning his head to face Isabel he lifted his eyebrows with a big smirk and said, “It seems to work well this jealousy.” Turning his attention back to the decorations on the wall Bacchus pretended to not care much about the topic they were discussing despite the fact that he had brought it up. Playing it carefree was Bacchus’s specialty after all.

He did however listen intently picking up all sounds of movements and tones in her voice as she talked, at some point he thought she was going to cry, something that he didn’t want to see. But curiosity got the best of him and he turned to face her leaning his back against the wall as she had begun to speak about her last boyfriend and her parents. Parents… something Bacchus knew all to well but he didn’t feel like talking about how his mother was nothing more than a vacant face in the depths of his memory one he didn’t care to much about or a father he hated with a passion for what he was and still is, abusive, drunken fathers don’t tend to get nominated for father of the year.

Memories of old girlfriends seemed to surface as Isabel spoke of her ex-boy toy. There was Miranda the gymnast, Amy the singer, Kendra the bartender, Megan the dancer, the list continued but he never seemed to think of Erica as much of a girlfriend, she was more of a friend with benefits and she and he both felt that it was better that way. “Well…” Bacchus paused trying to find delicate words to agree with her but only came up with, “That sucks….” Despite the situation and the current feelings he had for Isabel he was reminded of the Kabal and the fat check he recently took for smashing the hell out of Columbia, but to whom he was more loyal to as of now… that was something the giant wasn’t even sure on.

From what he could tell and from their reputation Bacchus had no issues with the X-men other than the few that decided to attack Isabel in front of him, the fact that he broke one of their legs not to mention laid waste to their grounds probably didn’t put him in good favor with him, but from what he could tell the bald headed mutant and the nice white haired Sheila weren’t bad at all in fact he would have been so bold as to call them nice.

Noticing how vulnerable she must of felt Bacchus sighed and decided not to poke fun at Isabel’s comments or past history, for now at least, “Your not the only one with problem…” he simply stated, “And if anyone was going to have an idea about parental disappointments I would be one of the few that would understand, My dad…” Bacchus paused and then decided not to share any more for the time being but rather he walked over to the bed and bent over wrapping his arm around her in a one armed hug placing his chin on her shoulder he smiled and said, “Easier doesn’t always make you happy…may be cheesy for me to say but,” he squeezed her gently and said, “You deserve to be happy.” Life was short and seeing as things kept popping up job wise and leisure wise he deemed it necessary to take a chance by revealing so much of his person, which was usually hidden behind his drunken macho bravado.

Isabel hadn't quite thought of the aspect of leaving that Bane brought up. It was sometimes hard to remember that his home was outside the country and that he could very well just pack up and return there some day. She didn't know the reasons for his coming to New York, but from the way he'd spoken, it didn't sound as if it was anything permanent. She wouldn't openly admit it to him, but she had in some way missed the Giant while he'd been gone on his last trip. She hadn't know where he'd gone, but she at least knew that he'd be coming back within a reasonable amount of time. She wasn't so sure how she'd react if he up and disappeared someday without any indication of where he'd gone or assurances that he'd be back. She wasn't so sure she liked the idea, though for the time being she left any thoughts unspoken

The smirk that was shot in her direction effectively left her uncomfortable thoughts of a missing Bacchus slide out of focus. He was lucky she didn't care for hurting her friends as she was sorely tempted to remove his smug expression from his face. It was infuriating how cocky he acted sometimes. "Try playing mind games with me and you're more likely to get hurt than anything else, Bane. Trashing your room isn't the only thing I'm capable of," she warned. If he was looking for attention by acting in such a way he'd most certainly get it, though it was unlikely it would be anything positive.

A small huff was the only reply Isabel gave to Bane's summary of her past issues. 'That sucks' was a good way to put it and a sentiment she could wholly agree upon. Considering his normal attitude she hadn't really expected anything else in ways of a reply. She wasn't even entirely sure why she'd said everything she had. It wasn't like she was actively seeking out anyone's sympathy. The lifestyle she lead worked perfectly for her so she had no need for others to feel sorry for her and no reason to wish things had turned out differently. She didn't need to feel sorry for herself, or for anyone else to do the same. She considered herself lucky that she'd been able to focus most of her emotional energy into anger when it came to any past events preceding her induction into the Order. Anger and resentment were emotions she could effectively channel into constructive energy, particularly when it came to working with her faction. She couldn't see using any other emotions as effectively.

"I know I'm not the only one with problems, and I'll never say that I am. There's people here that have had it was worse than me, and I know this. I just..." She paused, not quite able to figure out how to end that thought. She just... what? Compared to some her past experiences had been nothing but a cake walk. What more could she say on the subject? She didn't bother trying to get out whatever thought had started, leaving her sentence unfinished. It didn't particularly matter anyhow. At the moment she was content to leave off where she had. There was no reason for her to pursue the issue, not that there was much more about it that she could bring herself to say after her initial rant. She wasn't even sure why she'd been unable to stop herself before, though she did recognize the portion of her mind that enjoyed having someone around that would listen to her nonsense. At least, she assumed Bane had been listening as he'd given her a response. How intently he'd been listening was an issue she didn't with to delve into at the moment.

Isabel, in turn, was listening to what Bane had to say, her curiosity emerging as one of his own sentences was left unfinished. It was clear enough that he hadn't had much luck with his dad, though the extend of that bad luck wasn't explained. She didn't have too long to dwell on her interest as the Giant moved into her range of sight, drawing her sulky gaze toward him in the process. Impulsively her body stiffened as he suddenly put himself very close to her, though the hug he gave her lacked the usual crushing eagerness that she'd come to expect in such gestures from him. Her guilt for being mean to the Giant quickly rose as he spoke again, her muscles relaxing as the gentle squeeze was given in a sort of emphasis. Instead of replying right away she instead heaved a sigh and dropped her forehead down on his shoulder. She didn't feel much like yelling at him anymore. "If you insist on staying here, you're sleeping on the floor," she mumbled, speaking before she could allow herself to over think the invitation.

He ignored her comment about her being able to do more than just trash a room, mainly because he didn’t think that her trashing his room was that big of a deal, yeah he no longer had a room and all his belongings were destroyed but despite his tight budget due to his circumstances he figured that nice big check he got from Slate would be more than enough to repair damages and send some money back home in attempts to settle his fathers enormous debts that continued to not only threaten Bacchus which wasn’t to bad but his friends unknowingly back at home as well.

Feeling her head on his shoulder he knew at that moment the one armed hug was both needed and appreciated, as Isabel then offered for him to spend the night, which before hand he had no intention staying before but now that he offered he pulled from the hug and smiled if this was his plan all along, “If you insist, it is kind of getting late and I am kind of tired from the plane…” he smiled to her gave her another quick hug and walked over to the center of the floor and sprawled out the way a bear rug sprawls out.

Letting out a giant sized yawn Bacchus turned to her and said, "Promise I won’t take a peak when your changing, also I already told Ulysses that I was sleeping over…” he smiled and then turned his head and folded his arms and used them as a pillow. The smell of Apple Blossom’s filling his nose and quickly putting the giant to sleep, and to dream of dreams that only Giants can dream of.

Isabel arched a brow at Bane as she straightened her posture after he'd pulled away. It obviously wouldn't take any kind of thinking over on the Giant's part when it came to accepting the invitation. Briefly she wondered what she was getting herself into by allowing him to stay, but he'd been considerate enough to her thus far that her wondering didn't truly escalate into worry. She assumed she could trust him when it came to behaving where it was really necessary, though there was also a comfort in the ability to remove him from her room and leave him to find a vacant one to occupy until his own room was cleaned up and ready to sleep in again.

She almost expected him to put up more of a fight about having to sleep on the floor, but it seemed as if the offer for him to stay at all was good enough for the moment. She needed to lean back a little in order to keep her balance when a second hug was delivered, straightening out again and watching him move to sprawl on the floor. "Like I'd ever give you the chance to peak," she commented, getting to her feet and carefully walking around him in order to get to her dresser. She didn't bother making a comment to his admittance of telling Ulysses he'd be staying in her room that night. He certainly wasn't lacking in confidence.

Rummaging through her drawers to locate some pajamas, it only took a few moments before she produced a pair of plaid pants and a baggy black tee shirt. Once again being careful of the Giant on her floor, she made her way to the bathroom where she changed into her night clothes after closing the door. After folding her outfit and placing it on the counter by the sink along with the ribbons from her hair, she opened up the small closet that was built into the bathroom wall where she kept her towels and extra bedding. She only had to move a few sheets before she found one of the heavier blankets, puling it from its resting place and exiting back into the main portion of her room.

As she passed Bane for a third time on the way to her bed she unfolded the blanket and draped it over his sleeping form. Grabbing a spare pillow from her bed she dropped that next to him as well, anticipating that he'd be able to find it during the night if he wanted it. Sleeping on his arms could only be comfortable for so long before some muscle began to protest the position. Flipping a switch on the wall by the door she shut out the lights and then finally went to crawl into her bed, giving a sigh as she settled down.

Unfortunately for her, finding sleep as quickly as her companion had was a near impossibility. She hadn't been able to sleep soundly for months, something she'd neglected to consider before extending the invitation for Bacchus to stay the night. Rolling over onto her side and dragging her comforter up to her chin, she curled up and closed her eyes, hoping she'd be able to catch a few more hours of sleep than she had the night previous. It seemed like she'd been hoping for the same thing for far too long.

As it turned out she was able to snatch a few hours of blissfully dreamless sleep, that time of restfulness seeming all to short to her tired mind before any dreams began to fade into being. Brief flashes of seemingly unrelated images danced around in her head at times where longer periods of fluidly flowing memories playing in her subconscious vision during other times. Different faces frequently made appearances, certain ones taking turns in playing a lead role in the horrific production her mind produced, some of them vague and half remembered while others seemed terrifyingly solid and real. Often times she found herself stuck in places she had never wanted to see again, her overactive mind unable to separate the dream from reality.

Sporadically her position in the bed shifted, some movements seeming more fluid and natural where others were far too abrupt. As her nightmares worked to rip her mind from a peaceful rest, remembered pains poked and prodded at her muscles, the normally hidden, messy burn scar just above her right wrist being the main patch of flesh that bothered her, a peculiar burning sensation prickling at the flesh and causing her fingers to curl into a fist, her fingernails biting lightly into her palm.

With a short, unintentional shriek she managed to sit herself up in her bed, her eyes opening, though her mind was still partially stuck in a dream. Nervously she brushed her hands over her face, her appendages moving to her stomach, her head, her legs before one hand settled over the still burning scar on the opposite arm. It was as if she was checking that she was all there, that she was whole and unharmed, though the remnants of her nightmare continued to torture her mind. Curling her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them, she dropped her face into the blankets that covered the joints, trying to give her heart a chance to slow down and her breathing to become regular again.

Floating on clouds soaring through the heavens without a care in the world, the smell of apple blossom over filled his mind as trees started to appear on the ground. Soaring down and landing on the ground Bacchus walked over to the first giant tree filled with flowers and apples. Smiling and reaching up for one Bacchus plucked it as a thing fell from the tree and a smile touched his lips as he grinned at the hanging figure of the leprechaun that cost him his job at one of the clubs he worked at not to mention lied to him about the pot of gold. “Stupid leprechaun, you never mess with the giant!” taking a bite of his apple the taste of the finest beer filled his mouth. This place was heaven, his friends danced around trees and played on the hills weaving through each tree, and Minnie was hanging on one of the trees around the neck similar to the leprechaun.

He started to tear as beer winged maidens touched down from the heavens bringing all the food Bacchus could ever need, there was only one thing missing…turning his head he started to tear as Isabel carried a large pale full of the magic apples that made his mouth water with delight. Ribbons in her hair waved around in the wind as leaves touched her bare skin, which was covered by a skimpy yet very tasteful green bikini. As he was about to approach her with open arms he was immobilized by something as Isabel dropped the apples and held her head, muttering, mumbling and screaming like she was in pain.

Lifting his head slightly as his eyes opened Bacchus spotted the pillow by his side and sat up to discover the source of the commotion. Spotting Isabel tossing and turning in her bed Bacchus rose to his feet getting worried, night terrors were common in his opinion, never experiencing any himself however he was well aware of people who did, Gunner and Brooke were just two of the few he knew who still went through them, most of them happened to have a particularly rough child hood.

Walking into the bathroom Bacchus calmly grabbed a glass of water without much noise and without turning the lights on, he was after all trying to let her either wake up on her own or let the terror pass, that is after all what he was told to do, people who have night terrors have a tendency to lash out to the point they hurt themselves or others if they are disturbed.

Glass in hand he stood by the bathroom door and stared at Isabel though the dim light, he wanted to wake her but knew he shouldn’t he was after all looking out for Isabel’s best interests. Her body became visible as she twitched and turned in the dim light and Bacchus’s mind screamed to wake her up, she was in pain or was reliving it something that he didn’t want her to have to do but alas, he had to wait till she awoke.

Waiting by the door way his eyes closed trying to picture something else than Isabel in so much pain he managed to think of the ocean hitting the banks of the beach as he waited for the perfect moment to jump in usually it was when the biggest waved swelled and would try and push him over, he however would just walk right through it creating an awesome outline in the wave. Opening his eyes as the muttering and screaming stopped Bacchus silently watched Isabel check her person in the dim light then proceed to pull her body close together hugging her knees.

Quietly and cautiously Bacchus made a movement, “Here,” he said as gently as he could pushing the small glass in her direction in hopes she would drink it, “it should help calm you down…” sitting on the bed his large size weighing it down slightly Bacchus kept his large back towards Isabel figuring she wouldn’t want to be seen this weak unless she chose to do so Bacchus looked down to the floor as the strands of carpet casted individual shadows on the next, “You want to talk about it?” he asked calmly and as gently as he could. Talking seemed to work when Gunner and Brooke had them so he could only assume that Isabel could feel better after the talk if she so choose to have it.

Isabel hadn't even heard Bane approaching, his muffled steps further drowned out by the pounding of her heart and her breath pushing against the blanket beneath her face. Mercifully the last of the images that clung to her waking mind were fading into blackness as wakefulness replaced sleep, allowing her a brief moment to try and calm her nerves her nerves.

The sudden sound of Bane's voice quickly undid her efforts, her body giving a harsh jerk of surprise as she sat bolt upright, her startled gaze searching for the origin of the sound. She'd completely forgotten that she'd offered to let him stay in her room that night and immediately felt bad once the initial panic had subsided. "Oh, Bacchus I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up. I should have said something before I let you drift off," she said, her muscles slowly relaxing once more, though her voice was still a little shaky sounding.

Releasing her wrist that had thankfully stopped prickling, she carefully took the offered glass of water, doing her best to prevent her hands from shaking and spilling any of the liquid. She took one sip of the contents of the glass to relieve the dry feeling in her throat before leaving it to sit in her hands as she wriggled closer to the opposite side of the bed as Bane sat, aiming to give him a little more room. The feeling of the bed dipping more to one side than the other gave a sort of solidity to her current situation, and for once she was grateful that the Giant insisted on being so close.

Did she want to talk about it? Was there much she could talk about? Thinking back she could never entirely remember what had frightened her so much. Bits and pieces floated back, and while she didn't like what she remembered, it didn't seem to be much different than any daytime memories that succeeded in invading her thoughts before they were pushed back once more. She didn't understand why it created such a violent reaction in her when the memories seeped through at night.

"It's just a bad dream," she muttered, suddenly feeling foolish for having reacted in such a way, even if it was more out of her control than in it. She felt like a child again and a sense of embarrassment overcame her in accompaniment of that feeling. "Just people and places I'd rather not remember. I used to have nightmares in the Camps and they seem to have gotten worse now that I'm out of them again. I can't seem to get them to go away," she explained, avoiding having to go into any kind of detail about what she was able to remember of her dreams. Attempting to ignore everything that had happened to her during those months hadn't seemed to work in getting rid of them, though burying the memories in the back of her mind was always preferable to allowing them to float around in her head and having to discuss them.

"I didn't mean for it to mess with your sleep, too," she continued, the tone of her voice apologetic as she let her gaze drift in his direction again, this time noting that he'd left his back turned toward her when he'd sat. Very gently she moved to rest one of her shoulders just off to the side of his spine, mindful of the glass in her hand. In spite of feeling guilty that she'd disturbed his rest, it was actually nice to have the Giant there at the moment. She would need to make an effort to be more grateful to him for the occasions where he continued to be so kind to her even after she'd been so frustratingly stubborn.

Her body was still shaking when he approached her and as she grabbed the glass he could tell it was an intense memory or nightmare. He could have understood if she didn’t want to talk much about it, regardless if she was so stubborn or not. Gunner wouldn’t talk much about the night terrors but Brooke was a regular crying chatterbox, one that he loved nonetheless and was happy to comfort and listen. They were a family after all and in families you work to make each other feel safe, at least in Bacchus mind.

“Sounded more like a nightmare…” Bacchus said simply as she finished talking and rested her shoulder on his back. She took the glass and seemed to have calmed down quiet a bit but the fact that she had problems like this before troubled him more than he would like to have admitted. He inhaled and then spoke hesitant not sure if Isabel would be comforted by words opposed to actions, “Must have been hard…” he simply said turning his head slightly to see if Isabel was alright, “couldn’t imagine what the camps was like, I mean I heard stories but there wasn’t much action like that back home…” he paused and turned his body this time being careful not to disturb Isabel to much.

He remembered the rumors of mutants being picked up by people back home but rumors was all he heard, for a time he didn’t want to be seen with his friends or anyone really in public for he feared that they would have been targeted by mutant haters, granted over half the city was well aware of the giant and didn’t care to much about him being a mutant but their were others. Ones that would have risked hurting his loved ones to get to him.

“Whispers and rumors was about all that went on back home but never anything such as collars or robots, granted I got a collar once but it wasn’t for the camps…” he paused and cut himself off from going into the story where he was trapped in the maze with Sara and the radiation kid. This was after all about Isabel right now and he wanted to let her know he was there for her, swinging one arm over her head and wrapping it around her back and other shoulder Bacchus pulled her into a one armed hug, and then said, “Maybe your having these nightmares because your trying to forget, maybe instead of forcing your self to forget you try and let them fade away, the way an old memory fades away.”

Rubbing his hand slightly on Isabel’s shoulder he looked smiled in the dim light and said, “Maybe you just need to talk about it, Gunner and Brooke could sleep better after they talk about what their night episode was about…” he paused again realizing that this was probably the first time he had ever mentioned any of his friends back home to anyone other than Ulysses. Not sure if she wanted to talk about it he shifted his weight on to her bed and pulling himself further up to her bed, so he was now all the way on it his back resting on the headboard of her bed. He kept on hand on her shoulder but was willing to get kicked off the bed if she deemed he was getting to comfortable.

Feeling bold Bacchus decided to hum a tune he used to use when comforting Brooke after her one of her night episodes. After which she somehow always ended up sleeping quietly during the humming as if it chased off all the reoccurring nightmares that she could not escape from.

Nightmare was probably a more appropriate term than bad dream. The latter didn't seem to imply as much fright as the former. Isabel could likely deal with a bad dream. Compared to her nightly visions a bad dream would have been a welcome change. Idly she twisted the small glass in her hands, avoiding having to meet Bane's gaze as the minor shifting of his muscles gave away his small movement. She still felt bad about disturbing him and her embarrassment had yet to subside. Each explanation that ran through her head sounded more pathetic that the one before it.

A small sound of agreement escaped her with Banes brief speculation of what it could have been like in the Camps. She'd known that the US was one of few, if not the only, country that had put the Registration Act into effect, though she wasn't exactly sure how far the news had spread or how detailed that news had been. "It was like some kind of Holocaust for mutants, if that makes it any clearer," she commented, her memories flitting back into focus as the conversation began to revolve around the cause of her nightmares. The sudden movement from the Giant helped to keep her from getting too absorbed in the images in her head, her shoulder lifting away from him as she moved to give him room to readjust.

A little shiver ran up Isabel's spine at the mention of the robots and the collars. Absentmindedly her scarred arm was wedged into the space that was left between her stomach and her knees. The Stalker bots were one creature that she hated more than any other. Had it not been for them, there was a chance she could have escaped with the majority of the Order when the Sanctuary was raided. Had it not been for the bots, she might have been able to make her escape at the Registration. She was almost positive the law enforcement they had lined up there wouldn't have been able to stop her by themselves.

The flash of movement above her head caused her to lift her gaze away from the glass in her hand, only wondering at the source until she was pulled into another loose embrace, mentally trying to calm her overactive mind even as the macabre subject was pursued. "I don't think these particular memories will ever fade away," she muttered, wishing for all the world that it wasn't true. "I don't want to give them a chance to fade on their own. I want to forget them as quickly and completely as possible, it just doesn't seem to be working so well thus far."

Isabel attempted a weak smile in response to Bane's own, though she couldn't quite seem to manage it. She didn't know who Gunner or Brooke were, but from the sound of it Bane knew them very well, and his experiences with them would explain why he seemed like he knew what he was doing while dealing with Isabel. "People and places I don't like to think about," she replied, repeating the vague answer from earlier as Bacchus shifted again. "The Barracks, the Guard Section. Places to punish the inmates, places for isolating them. People I managed to hurt and those that turned around and hurt me for it. The bracelet I had to wear. I hated that thing so much. I didn't feel like me when it was on. I just... I don't really like talking about it. Or thinking about it, even. It's kind of pathetic, really. Someone like me being bothered by something like a bad memory," she continued, giving a small sound that was more a bad imitation of a laugh rather than the actual thing.

Slowly she uncurled in order to place the glass of gradually warming water on the small table beside her bed before proceeding to mimic the Giant's action of placing her back against the headboard, though she remained in a less relaxed posture than his own. With a small sigh she dropped her chin on her knees again, listening as Bacchus began to hum an unfamiliar tune, just barely able to feel the reverberations the sound caused in his torso. "You're supposed to be on the floor," she commented, attempting to sound more light-hearted than she felt, trying to keep her eyes open as a feeling of exhaustion settled back over her, not entirely willing to fall back asleep just yet.

As she recalled mentions of the camps being similar to the holocausts, guard towers, barracks, unfit living conditions. He certainly heard rumors of the atrocities of the camps but to actually have someone who was there speak of it like that… his stomach gave as his heart went out to Isabel for speaking so truthfully not hindered by her usual stubborn personality. She was showing her true colors, colors that weren’t just red like blood or white like bones, there was a mix, an aura almost showed its self as Bacchus laid there next to her his legs outstretched on the bed his arm around her shoulder, trying to sooth her from the current nightmare she just relived.

She didn’t want to talk about it she didn’t have to he wasn’t going to force her, he simply wanted it to be known that he was there to talk to her if she so needed it. He figured he was one of the few people to offer her that kind of help. Mainly because from the current attitudes most of the sanctuary members had they weren’t much for listening, the unicorn healer and the big red guys aside most of the members didn’t seem much like talkers.

Whether she was grateful or not Bacchus couldn’t exactly tell he did however manage to crack a grin when she told him he didn’t belong on her bed, with out realizing it he looked around and figured that he must really have wanted to be up her because he didn’t even think much about his actions, he figured he could just lay there in her bed till she fell asleep and then he would go back to the floor. “Was that a request or a demand,” Bacchus asked as calmly as possible, “Cause if your really want me off…” Bacchus shifted his weight and put his feet on the floor his back now turned from Isabel.

If she really wanted him off he didn’t feel the need to give her that much of a hard time, during the day when she was stubborn and strong willed sure he would give her a hard time, now however he didn’t feel the need to give her a hard time, she seemed tired and she looked like she needed some sleep, if she really wanted him gone all she would do was ask but if she wanted him to stay he would have been more than happy to sit still till she fell asleep.

Isabel's battle of will against her tired body and mind was a fight she was slowly losing. After the surge of adrenaline caused by her nightmare had worn off and her heart rate had fallen to a more normal speed, fatigue quickly replaced her fear and she was gradually fading back toward sleep. Slowly she was working to stuff any remaining mental images into a seldom visited corner in the back of her mind, hoping her thoughts would take the opportunity to focus on more mundane subjects. Boring dreams were far preferable to what her nights usually consisted of.

When Bane stopped humming, she cast a sidelong glance in his direction, just able to catch the grin in the minimal amount of light. A small ghost of a smile reached her own expression as her half-lidded gaze settled back toward her covers. She heard his inquiry and saw his legs disappear over the edge of her bed, though she made no more responding movements this time around. She was only mildly surprised at his willingness to do as she pleased in such a situation. They usually fought each other over things every step of the way. She did, however, allow herself to appreciate the rare gesture on his part.

Was she ordering him, or was she making a request? Even Isabel had to think on how she'd truly intended the comment for a brief moment. A demand would have been stricter, she was sure, though somehow request didn't seem right either. She didn't much feel like telling him what to do at the moment. In the least allowing him to get comfortable for a little while would likely make up for waking him in the first place. "It's... a reminder," she settled on as a reply, leaving it up to the Giant to take it as he would.

With a small sigh she finally let her eyelids slide closed, remaining in her current position with her chin on her knees and one arm wrapped around her legs while the other rested in her lap. She didn't want to say anything but it actually was a help to have Bane with her, his presence in the room upon her waking helping to solidify the reality that was around her and making it a little easier to dispel the tormenting images her mind dredged up. "Sing that song for me again?" she asked, her request more mumbled than clear as she gradually slipped back toward sleeping.

Sighing slightly as he sat on the edge of the bed Bacchus waited for Isabel to protest or say nothing, he didn’t find much fun in… well playing with the dead and poking a bear is always fun bit pestering Isabel when she was lie this seemed more of a bore than anything else. Kicking off his large boots he made it look like he was about to hop of the bed but instead swung his feet back on the bed and laying out his back against her headboard once again. “I know it was only a reminder, just had to take my shoes off.” Said Bacchus as he smiled to her and then leaned his head against the headboard.

He knew she wouldn’t openly protest his leaving the bed, even if she was more vulnerable than ever she still seemed to show her usual stubbornness only far less subtle than ever before. Bacchus new this all to well despite her often violent and stubborn composure she was hurting in side, the night terrors were proof of that, all she really needed was someone to trust on more than just a friend level, one that wouldn't betray her, and if he could help it and his job would permit it he would never do anything her cat boyfriend did if he had any control of what his job was.

“You know think things would be easier if you just come out and admit you like me…” he shrugged and then continued, “however given the time seeing it is so late I won’t press this matter any further, you look like your about to pass out.” Reaching his arm around her shoulder Bacchus started gently brushing his fingers up and down her shoulder and arm in a hypnotic stroke as he started to hum the song again for Isabel this time at her own request.

His voice hummed in a low deep vibration as he to felt the plane ride taking its effect once again. concentrating on his own humming and the finger movement on Isabel’s shoulders Bacchus started to drift off on his own not giving much thought about where he was.

"You're so full of shit, Bane," Isabel replied, giving a small grin to no one in particular as the Giant removed his shoes and plopped back down on the bed. She knew him too well to think he'd be anything less than overly willing to stay where he was rather than being made to move back to the floor. They both knew his excuse for moving was a poor one. She would, however, give him enough credit to believe that he would have moved if she had told him to do so, which she would have appreciated in her current unwillingness to argue the issue to any greater extent.

With mild difficulty her eyelids managed to flutter open upon hearing his comment concerning her lack of admittance to any feeling she might have held for the Giant and how much easier everything would be if she simply allowed things to work themselves out. She, of course, would not be offering to agree with him, no matter if at some point he turned out to be right. "I don't have to admit to anything," she protested, unsuccessful in keeping her eyes open for more than a moment or so, defeating any further disagreements about her level of wakefulness before she could decide to voice them.

An involuntary shiver ran up her spine as Bacchus began trailing his fingers up and down the bare skin of her arm, a faint amount of color rising in her cheeks as a secondary response, which she hoped the dim lighting would cover up as much as possible. The briefest of smiles crossed her features as her request was met and Bane began to hum his unfamiliar song once more. Any attempts to thank her companion likely left her as an unintelligible mumble.

With decreasing concern for little else aside from sleep and comfort, she moved to find a position more suited for such purposes. It was likely she would have shifted at some point during the night anyhow and she would have liked to save herself the risk of waking again out of discomfort. Without any further comments and no intention of answering any that may originate with her companion, she uncurled herself and leaned back, wriggling a bit until she'd settled herself between the Giant's arm and the side of his body, finding it to be far more comfortable than the headboard that she'd previously been resting some of her weight against. In moving a little closer the humming also grew a bit in volume, giving her mind something slightly stronger to focus on, leaving it to drown out everything else and lull her to sleep.