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>I learned these Necrons are not the citizens who had once cried my name in life.
>The Necrontyr populations of the serf and soldier casts are gone.
>The Necron Warriors and Immortals they became are just their animate coffins.
>Everyone had their mind stripped down to only the essential components necessary to hear out and follow orders, plus those skills deemed useful in their new roles.
>Only the Overlords and their most valued servants got to be the exception, retaining the memories and personalities of the full Necrontyr they once were.
>How I couldn't have known it sooner humiliated me deeply.
>I had assumed everyone were their full selves, having willingly surrendered themselves in absolute obedience to me just as I did to my Overlords above me.
>But no.
>Without a master to puppeteer them, most Necrons revert to nothing.
>Each Necron knelt as I passed, and now knowing it was all on empty code rather than as any real show of respect hurt me deeply.
>Sadness turned to even more spitefulness against the C'tan, but the C'tan were already defeated, or decreed a lost cause like with the Outsider, so I had no outlet for this new consuming fire of hatred in my reactor.
>With no external target to project my own negative feelings onto, I had no choice but to lay them at my own feet and blame myself.
>If I had been smarter, I could had funneled my wrath into the battle against the Outsider instead of being strapped with a hatred without closure.
