It was a... Wondrous little thing, that the screens presented. Yes, the images might seem as corrupted to some, but for him, it presented something else, a feeling he could ill describe. A mixture, a ride of all sorts of emotions. The pure joy he could witness on screen, contrasted with the horror it turned out to be. Despite the guts, the playful little ones bore their smiles genuinely. Despite the rot, everyone seemed to find their content, a form of happiness none could see anywhere else in the vastness of the Imperium. This was what he wanted to stand and fight for, what the picts presented and showed to the world. It would have almost captivated him for even longer... Hadn't it been for the Lancer that approached.

"...Oh. Oh, why don't you hold on for a little ?"

Hagar's mighty hand reaches forward, trying to grasp the lancer by the shoulder, hopeful to hold them in place, atleast long enough to gauge the source of aggression.