Singing one of the songs of my childhood. Y'know what's funny? [It's not funny, his voice is very flat.] The other times it was about getting what you deserve but I wasn't clear on who was deserving there.

[Well, not him. First and foremost of his fathers made that plain when he was just good enough but never quite enough.]

Into backs. Between ribs. Like...a lot of people do stuff they aren't comfortable with who am I to say, oh sorry not for me, it's my family. Dwarves aren't meant to care and it's paid off well enough that I know how it looks no matter how I slice it.

[Fun thing about selfish as an accusation. It works. It works devastatingly well with someone who spent too long thinking anything for himself was automatically that.]