“And you understand that what you did today was ruthless?” Elias growled out, as he leant against the edge of his desk, eye to eye with his own son, Ivar.

“I- I recognise that, but it was necessary risk!” Ivar argued, voice tinged with anger. “If we hadn’t-!”

He cut himself off as a knock on the door echoed through the office. Elias sighed, leaning off the desk. “..Come in!” He called, then added as an aside to Ivar; “We’ll finish this conversation later, son.”.