[The use of his name is deliberate, just a little bit of a jab. Ivar goes into check on Letha. No real change there, she's weak and sick, her skin ashen. He kisses her forehead softly. He's loathe to leave her like this, but there's nothing he can do here just worrying over her.
Then he's heading back to the compound, murder on his face. He's not going to let this stand from such a worthless piece of shit. He's got his knives and axe on him. He checks his vest where two Pokeballs are stored. Time for his little horses to prove their worth.]
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[The use of his name is deliberate, just a little bit of a jab. Ivar goes into check on Letha. No real change there, she's weak and sick, her skin ashen. He kisses her forehead softly. He's loathe to leave her like this, but there's nothing he can do here just worrying over her.
Then he's heading back to the compound, murder on his face. He's not going to let this stand from such a worthless piece of shit. He's got his knives and axe on him. He checks his vest where two Pokeballs are stored. Time for his little horses to prove their worth.]