Hunter waits for Brianna to finish taunting before pressing the circle on the boy's arm, despite his struggles. "You can't go anywhere. The more you move, the more this will hurt you." The scientist shrugs at Ambrose's acts of defiance. They were growing weaker and farther in between. Soon enough the boy would probably give up, or pass out form the pain. Hunter didn't care which. He'd done things like this, and worse, countless times. It all becomes the same as the years piled up.