Tristan, meanwhile, washed his hands again. "I see," he said as if he had just learned a new interesting fact about the world. He picked up the needle and thread and a cloth he had wetted with alcohol. Then he approached and knelt down once more. "But surely you don't assume everyone feels the same way about hurting others?" He cleaned the skin once more, then very carefully pressed the needle against the skin. "Can you feel this?"