[Ivar looks oddly pensive, going quiet for about a minute.]

You know, I'm not a good person. I've done some bad things.

[You don't torture a man to death by ripping out his lungs and still think you're someone innocent or pure. Ivar is the way he is: someone cruel, callous, and uncaring about most people.]

But I've never destroyed a person's mind and soul. That seems worse than just killing someone.