What was lost

Of course he won. He always won against Delphi, but that she would even try burned a hole through his heart. He snarled at her again, his anger rising. He had trusted her, when he trusted no one. This dagger was important to him. It was his heritage, and no one but him deserved to possess it! Delphi had tried to take it from him, and he would not forget it. Never mind that he had stolen from her the very first day they had met. Never mind that he was a Thrall, and Vidarr had won it by right of might. His want for the dagger was selfish, and transcended logic.

“Toxic jävlar!” he hissed at her, he clutched his dagger a little tighter, and turned. Racing away from Delphi, from the den, from the hurt resting in his heart. He was so mad at her!

-exit?-

"Speech"