"Let him have it! I don't even care anymore!" He screamed, violently yanking his axe free from wherever it was stashed away. Everything had always been about Ivar, the only one who mattered. His entire life had revolved around taking care of and catering to his younger brother, and that damn toy represented the ultimate injustice. It had been his, but Ivar had claimed it for himself, and destroyed it beyond repair. He hated the sight of it now, and refused to admit how much it affected him.