"Then why... bring it up at all?" He glared at Athelstan, tried to, but he found his eyes stinging annoying. It made him angry all over again. How dare any other emotion try to creep its way in aside from anger.

Honestly, he just felt tired. Drained. Done. Between Ivar, Athelstan and Dodger today, he was just done.

He was silent, the muscle on his jaw flexing visibly.

"Fine," He suddenly looked as tired and worn out as he felt. Setting the axe down, he brushed past Athelstan, going back up the stairs without a word.