Considering the words in silence Ragnar felt the weighty truth of them and he tilted his head, looking at Logan for a long moment.
"This is the second time you've been here to help me with these bad dreams. I do not know you like I know Stormborn Drake but I can see it in your eyes that you, like me was...crafted and made into a weapon. I went willingly, but I would wager you did not. We are very much alike in many ways, there's something of a wolf about you as well."
"You give your advice freely and I welcome it, I truely do, its a balm on my concerns and fears...it is strange that I do not dream about the monsters I faced..Ork, Tyranid or the madness of Chaos...I dream about my friends..those here at the Chapter House being harmed..I belive that speaks highly of you all...even Adept Baird." Ragnar smiled slightly at that. "The Wolves of the Rout are..well we're pack animals, our brotherhood and friendship gives us strength, and its not some hollow thing binding us together like honour..its true friendship..seeing you hurt...that is a fear of mine..I belive that you all...are what I consider my new pack. My new brothers and friends."
"With the strength of your words...and support, from all..I know that I need not fear what I could do. I would never harm one of my pack. Yes I could have bad dreams, but that is all they are, they are not reality."
As he spoke Ragnar sounded stronger, more sure of himself, sitting up slightly as he talked. "And you are right, I am not a machine of the Imperium, a Bolt Pistol cocked, aimed and ready to fire. I am my own person, just as much as you are friend. And I shall remember it, I will not forget it, or your words."