[Ivar has to bite his tongue to keep from telling his father how much of a fool he thinks he's been. He's been playing with fire and now someone's been burned. His whole body stiffens up when he mentions Athlestan.]
He hurt Athlestan? [Whether Ivar wants to admit it or not, the priest had been worming his way past his defenses. He'd been a good listener and sympathetic towards Ivar without ever falling into pity or condescension. He felt the fury he'd been holding onto towards Dodger grow larger.
He's going to break the glass he's holding for sure if he keeps holding onto it, so he lets it go, gripping the edge of the table instead.]
You know, I've been thinking about skinning him alive for days now.
[There was that unstable look in Ivar's eyes now, the one that showed there were cracks inside his mind, driving him ever closer to insanity. He was usually better at hiding it around Ragnar, but not when he was getting this angry.]
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He hurt Athlestan? [Whether Ivar wants to admit it or not, the priest had been worming his way past his defenses. He'd been a good listener and sympathetic towards Ivar without ever falling into pity or condescension. He felt the fury he'd been holding onto towards Dodger grow larger.
He's going to break the glass he's holding for sure if he keeps holding onto it, so he lets it go, gripping the edge of the table instead.]
You know, I've been thinking about skinning him alive for days now.
[There was that unstable look in Ivar's eyes now, the one that showed there were cracks inside his mind, driving him ever closer to insanity. He was usually better at hiding it around Ragnar, but not when he was getting this angry.]