The Canadian remained quiet as he listened to Ragnar speak of extensive and bloody yet thankfully painless procedures; the mixture of relief and revulsion effected his scent yet didn't manifest on his features beyond a slight furrowing of his brow.
When he heard about Ragnar dreaming of killing a God, a tyrant who had Ragnar chained by lies, he nodded subtly; he remembered the texts Kurt had showed him and the revulsion he felt at the degrading invocations. Just like Weapon X, its all about tryin' ta break yer pride and make ya an animal. But as Ragnar talked about said God having "Sons" and that some were traitors, he knew that it wasn't Kurt's religion under discussion.
Ragnar spoke of how he craved the traitor's adulation; as difficult as it was for the Canadian craving another's acceptance so much he'd even consider going against his principles, he smiled slightly when the Fenrisian made the right choice. Better ta be dead than be on a leash... he thought. Ragnar understands... he gets it. Just like Drake does. With that thought, the larger man sitting so close and embracing him ceased to be an awkward experience.
"I still fight," he said, "I just do it on my terms now. Fer somethin' I care about. With people I care about," he clarified. "Tha people that tried ta break me," he continued as his voice grew rougher and darker, "they wanted an animal, an attack dog they could point at any target. I refused ta be that... I make my own choices.. that's what elevates us above tha beasts, Ragnar."
His blue eyes locked onto the lupine gaze of the Space Wolf as Logan continued; his gravelly tone carefully enunciated each syllable. "Ya know how I got this peace? By fightin' every single leash, by tearin' 'em off my neck. Gettin' 'em outta my head. By stickin' ta what I think's right, not what they told me ta do." He exhaled then as he remembered every instance of that battle; tha hardest fight I've ever had.
"It might o'been just a dream, Ragnar. But ya did tha right thing, at least in my book."