[He grimaces as he lets his arm fall limp again, his expression still as numb and cold as ever. He had felt indifferent to Athelstan, right up until Ivar's knife had split open the first finger. Now, he just wants him to suffer in ways his scattered brain can't currently fathom.]
Go ask them. They'll be happy to brag. They did it all for you.
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[He grimaces as he lets his arm fall limp again, his expression still as numb and cold as ever. He had felt indifferent to Athelstan, right up until Ivar's knife had split open the first finger. Now, he just wants him to suffer in ways his scattered brain can't currently fathom.]
Go ask them. They'll be happy to brag. They did it all for you.