[Ivar listens to her talk without interrupting Letha. This is the most he's ever heard her talk about her home in length. He stops moving his wheelchair for a moment, reaching out hesitantly to take her hand in his.]

Here is so different from my home that I wouldn't even know where to start. Everything where I'm from is hard and difficult. I've had to fight for everything I wanted my entire life. Nothing ever came easy to me. A cripple among Vikings is less than nothing. To prove myself as someone just as good as everyone else is all I ever wanted.

[It's why Ivar held his anger so close to the surface. Even here, where he could have potentially taken it easy, he couldn't let go of what had defined him for so long. It's what gave him his intensity and drive. Without his anger, he'd be nothing.]