You're hurt.

Alexander, your wound!

Your injury...does it hurt you?

Sir, your wound. I...

But sire, your wound...

Well.

How badly are you hurt?

Was your wound really not serious?

You are deeply wounded.

Oh, but he said your wound was very serious.

Well I'll be doggoned if I didn't do you an injury, Curley.

Looks like somebody scratched you. Somebody with long fingernails.

Before I return to the fleshpots, which I shall be very glad to do, may I put two questions to you, straight?

You were too involved in your own scars that you never once tried to find out or understand why that girl ended up dying.

Why do you cry for your hurt? Your pain is incurable for the greatness of your iniquity, because your sins were increased, I have done these things to you.

Why criest thou for thine affliction? thy sorrow is incurable for the multitude of thine iniquity because thy sins were increased, I have done these things unto thee.

There is no healing your wound, for your injury is fatal. All who hear the report of you clap their hands over you for who hasn't felt your endless cruelty?

There is no healing of thy bruise thy wound is grievous all that hear the bruit of thee shall clap the hands over thee for upon whom hath not thy wickedness passed continually?