The Marine sat up, sliding his legs under the thin and sweat wet sheet he had over him before he sat up. He didn't know Logan that well but he could tell a lot about him from the way he moved, the way he held himself and the look in his eye. He was a warrior as much as Ragnar was.
"I..saw you, all of the people here at the Chapter House but you was held in an a Inquisitorial cell awaiting punishment..and I was there, well..another me, clad in battleplate, loyal, shackled to Him on Terra..I saw myself as your executioner.." Ragnar said, his head dropping before he wiped some hair away from his eyes and looked ahead.
"He made me watch...I was...ghost like..just a shadow watching.."
Ragnar took a deep breath and looked at Logan. "I would not harm any of you..I would give my life to protect you and the Chapter House. But Angron..he thinks I will..revert to type..be what I was..do what I was made to do..and I will not let that happen. I will be stronger than he was." Ragnar said, but there was clear, obvious concern in his tone.