[Somewhere in his head, a dull thought is rattling around his head, upset that Ivar has had to rip open the sleeve of his favorite hoodie to gain access to his skin. It barely matters, all things considered, but he still manages to get just as upset about it as he is about everything else.
Dodger is shaking enough that he splits his bottom lip against the knife, and he lets out a pitiful little noise of pain with it. Their voices are muffled by the blood in his ear, but it doesn't matter what they're saying - it's the casual tone that makes him afraid more than anything.]
Mercy... Mercy, mercy...
[He's just started mumbling it without any hope that he'll be listened to, begging for Ragnar to have pity on him.]
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Dodger is shaking enough that he splits his bottom lip against the knife, and he lets out a pitiful little noise of pain with it. Their voices are muffled by the blood in his ear, but it doesn't matter what they're saying - it's the casual tone that makes him afraid more than anything.]
Mercy... Mercy, mercy...
[He's just started mumbling it without any hope that he'll be listened to, begging for Ragnar to have pity on him.]