"Alright, son... Alright, that's fine, there... I'm done torturing you now..." Eldoon murmured into the boy's ear, soothingly, as he gently patted the young man on the back. "Alright now.... Do you want a local anaesthetic for the actual stitching-up part...?" So saying, he draws a small syringe from his medical bag, offering it up to Kylo Ren, with a small, sad smile upon his face.


Along with a damned Sphygmomanometer, of course, given that he needed to know the boy's blood pressure before he dared to "torture" him further. "—Sorry son, but: I DO think that I need to at least get your BP, at least... Before I do anything else to you, you understand me, son...?"