Dodger lets out a shriek as the blade dives into his flesh - the eye was useless, had been sightless for at least a year, but that didn't stop the nerves from exploding in pain as he finally manages to shove the boy off of him.

Something snaps in his head; the same thing that snapped when he got the scars on his face. He's seeing red, and he forces himself to his feet as he grasps the handle of the knife and yanks it from his eye. Blood gushes from the wound, and he forces his eyelids shut to try and stop it as best he can. He'll feel the pain later; once he's made sure this kid learns the meaning of pain.

There had been anger in his expression before, but now there's almost nothing. His face is blank, but focused and intense, as he drags himself on top of Ivar and grabs him by the neck. Holds him still so he can sink the knife into the boy's stomach and chest in quick, almost matter-of-fact motions.