For hours, Arthur vigilantly looked over his daughter as she slept soundly.
He seemed particularly dour each time he looked at his daughter, who occupied the bed he slept on when he was a child. He agonized as to why she was out for so long. Was it merely exhaustion? Perhaps her body was recovering from the strenuous activity she had unwittingly put it through.
However, there was a darker worry eating away that he had accidentally hit her too hard when he knocked her out cold, and he had actually injured her. He would never forgive himself if that were the case.
People were easy to hit their kids for the purpose of discipline, but he didn't believe it was a good way to earn their respect. Only those he wanted to fear him, he was violent towards. Perhaps that was merely his personality. His wife had no trouble with physical discipline, which was why he often stood in her way.
