Tristan stopped his preparation to look over at the kid, not with 'that look' this time, but with surprise. He judged a lot of people. He judged the person who had marked Pierre like branded cattle. He judged whoever had gotten him into this life and exploited him in the past. But how could he judge what looked like hardly more than a boy.

He lowered the syringe. "I don't judge you, Pierre. I'm sorry if I've made you feel like I do. I was not aware of it."