[Ivar scowls, but Spike's words hit home. Ivar's never been one much for lying around and sulking. He's always been one for action, usually violent and bloody. He did his best work when it involved fighting.]

I've been thinking I should go to Kattegat. If they sent her there, they can send me back too. I'm going to wrap my hands around her pretty little neck and just keep squeezing until she's good and dead.

[Was this psychopathic anger a better or worse attitude than the typical teenage angst he'd been going through?]