[Prince only waits as long as it takes for Aoba to steady himself again before he sets back to work, trusting that Cathaway and her readouts- and likely more so her mind, trained on Aoba's- would let him know if anything seemed to produce more reaction.
Until that point, he merely proceeds along a steady route- He slaps him again, on the opposite side of his face, and then, when slapping does not seem to be producing the desired effect, he switches to a closed fist. And while he is hesitant to strike his face- there was no guarantee that teeth, you see, would grow back- he doesn't seem as uncertain about internal injuries, if the blow he delivers to Aoba's stomach is anything to go by, his opposite hand settling across his shoulder to steady him, a secondary point of pain as he digs his thumb into the joint.
Prince, unlike most tormentors, was unlikely to grow tired.]
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Until that point, he merely proceeds along a steady route- He slaps him again, on the opposite side of his face, and then, when slapping does not seem to be producing the desired effect, he switches to a closed fist. And while he is hesitant to strike his face- there was no guarantee that teeth, you see, would grow back- he doesn't seem as uncertain about internal injuries, if the blow he delivers to Aoba's stomach is anything to go by, his opposite hand settling across his shoulder to steady him, a secondary point of pain as he digs his thumb into the joint.
Prince, unlike most tormentors, was unlikely to grow tired.]