"...Huh."

That was the first time during that game that Hagar showed an ounce of something that wasn't just a complacent flow in the game. Despite the obvious fury that Other blue had indicated to him, his eyes instead went towards the metaphorical sky, thinking of what he could be answering to her, to them.

"That's a good question ya got here. Honestly, I'm... Not really sure I can answer it, though."

What answer could he give, that didn't contradict one of his values ? To follow Nurgle would be to agree in this complacency, and yet, deep inside his own whims, it's something he quite struggles to accept. He seeks to think, to find an answer, anything that could be suitable, and yet...

"...I think we'll get there when we get there."