That name seems to echo in his mind for a second like he's heard it somewhere else before. There's some meaning attached to it. But the memories that came before in this place have all but faded away, leaving him only with what he knows now.

He listens to her prattle on and his eyes flash dangerously when she calls him crazy. Oh how he hates when people call him that. Even if it's the truth, he doesn't want to dwell on how unstable he is. If Ivar had been himself, he would have already been threatening the girl with a knife. But since he has more patience currently, he's at least trying to control his temper. "If you really want to see me angry, just keep opening up your mouth. See what happens."