The sight was both dreary and, oddly enough, familliar. To see that they have been felled so, it brings back many memories of the past, and sights of what the future could be. Complacency is a form of bliss he and all his ilk enjoy, and yet to see its consequences here and now, it feels... Awry, unpleasant. Men of his or not, it is all close to home, too much for his own ease of mind. Hagar didn't show it, not overtly, but his glassy eyes slowly draping each of the malformed and mangled bodies showed sign of twitch in their movement, unlike his usual self...

"..."

The Khornite did his duty well, and of this he cannot complain. This sort of carnage, not something he himself would leave behind. The crime was both heinous and merciful at the same time. 

Hagar was the first to step forth amidst the masses. The drones, he ignored, for they weren't subject of his ire. The rain, at the very least, felt good. It watered him, a feeling, at the least, refreshing, helping him soothe this pull against his soul.

"...Come out everyone."