Not uncommon, but his own was rather a rarity.
Alexander was looking at the slowly bulging crimson slash and paring knife guilty of the accidental slip.
-The only thing strong enough to make me bleed is... me... no matter how small is the effort.
Of course, there are some individuals who manage to lead particularly wasteful, shallow and traceless life, eventually ending up with the place in heaven.
This always seemed to Alexander as quite sufficient and equivalent form of punishment.