[He didn't need Cathaway's confirmation to know that they had scraped the edge of success. He has seen this before, seen Aoba's eyes like this, sensed the darker mind butting against the edges of his own. At that time he had chosen to stop it. Time was pressing. But now, now he was driven to pull him forth.
An unfortunate turn.]
I understand.
[Aoba's hand on his loosens, and Prince takes the chance to pull his arm off of him. Not for long, reaching up, instead, to fist cruelly in the tangle of hair on the back of his head, tightening into a rough fist and using it to wrench his head back before drawing his other arm back and again striking a blow, directly to his gut.]
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An unfortunate turn.]
I understand.
[Aoba's hand on his loosens, and Prince takes the chance to pull his arm off of him. Not for long, reaching up, instead, to fist cruelly in the tangle of hair on the back of his head, tightening into a rough fist and using it to wrench his head back before drawing his other arm back and again striking a blow, directly to his gut.]