[The problem with Ivar's temper is that it's nearly impossible to stop once it gets started. Like a train slamming on the brakes, it'll only stop after skidding along tracks a good long while.]

So you saw death up close and personal. Boo hoo. I've been dealing with seeing people die right in front of me since I was five years old. Get over it.

[And he's clearly taking no prisoners as he rails on with his words, each one a metaphorical stab wound.]

Of course not. You're all a bunch of sanctimonious, self-righteous hypocritical pricks. I wonder why I ever thought you'd be different.

And I don't recall needing your fucking permission in the first place!

[And this time he really does slam the phone down angrily as he hangs up.]