That's the thing with cripples. Everyone expected me to die as a child. I decided that I wasn't going to do it purely out of spite. I was going to live and become a warrior instead.

[It had worked out to an extent. Ivar shrugs at the question.]

I hate him dearly, but sometimes, we get along well enough not to try to kill each other. But it doesn't always work out as you can see.