[ There's an arrogance in his tone that implies he's used to be given a measure of respect more than the average person. Aoba lifts his head only after a moment's hesitation, meeting Ivar's eyes slowly. ]

...You've made it yours. This name meant to insult you?

[ That's really something else. He's used to just taking what cards were dealt him and striking out when those who cheated the game went too far. Aoba can see someone who has been dealt a disadvantaged hand when he sees one, at least. ]

I... I don't think -- [ Aoba drops his chin again, feeling color flood his face. He doesn't think he's the kind of person who could be that strong-willed to endure this shame, lay claim to it and then not be bothered in the slightest. ]

Is... that what it means to be a Viking? Or is this just how you live?