Her stupefaction was obvious, and quite amusing. Her eyes were wide and mouth open enough to fit a Cairn. It was worth it. I haven't seen that kind of reaction in YEARS!

  "You are correct. I, was reborn." I say dramatically. I gesture with my hands dramatically. I tilt my head. Dramatically.

  "But... how? Why? Ca-" She stops herself. She takes a breath, and starts again.

  "Ahem, sorry. It's just... Wow, you know? I..." She tears up. "I thought I was alone. When I got here, this universe, I mean... I almost killed myself when I grew up... Like, this is the 40k galaxy, right?" She asks.

  "Yes, it is. Though it would be more like 20k ish right now." I say absently. I was entirely focused on her previous words. Kill herself? Why? When I was reborn, I had no family left, exept a ferrit... I think. Or was it a rat... a hamster?

  Anyhow, I had nothing. I recall mourning during my childhood... But I was nobility. God hood made flesh. I was destined to rule! Exept, I'm not a naive Idiot. I never held a great desire for a kingdom. Too much work.

  I just wanted... what? I guess I haven't figured that bit out yet... Bah, a problem for later. Why is she sad? Perhaps...

  "...Are you mayhap desperate for a feeling of familiarity? Are you concerned about your future, knowing what is to come?" I ask. It made sense. While I was no therapist, I do pride myself on my intelligence.

  "...That and I miss my family. My brothers and sister... I don't know how I died... did you die and... like, get put into a necron?" She asked.

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  "Ah, I'm sorry. I didn't have family when I died. And yes, I died. From the few things I recall from my time of death, I was alone and shot myself. And no, I was born a necrontyr." I state.

  "Oh, I thought necrons didn't have souls..."

  "They dont."

  "Oh."

  "sigh Freshki, I am old. I lived through the days of flesh, through the war in heaven, and I escaped the great sleep with minimal wear and tear. I am old, and I have seen gods die. Period. End of story.

  I have witnessed so many great and terrible things that I am numb to it. While I once was human, I am decidedly not anymore." I state.

  She just stares at me, then starts to speak. "I... honestly have no words. I can't emphasize. I have a family, and know I didn't kill myself. I was born again middle class as a blank, leaving me alone most of the time. I joined this mercenary group out of desperate hope. Hope to get training and augmetics, a gun and perhaps, even a will to live." She states.

  "How did you continue?" She asks. "Like, the war in heaven... I read about it a bit, but... was it like the lore stated?" She asked.

  "No. Not even in this Era of high technology, of wonders made manifest, of terrors realized, nothing, and Noone comes close to the war in heaven... Child, understand this, if nothing else. In the great war, the gods fell. Their essence shattered. We killed actual, living gods. Not imaterial nonsense, not man-made creatures. We killed things that were born before the galaxy were formed. When the universe was young. And we killed them all." I state.

  "But arnt the chaos go-" I stop her. I laugh, long and hard.

  "heh. HeheheaHAHAHAHA! OH, BY THE DEAD GODS! HA! No, no no. They title themselves gods, and play their games. But they are literally harmless if your smart or intelligent enough. But not everyone is, so they are dangerous. They are more like dogs, Freshki. Not gods. Merely dogs. Hehe. Oh, I haven't laughed that hard in eons! Ha."

  "It wasn't that funny..." She murmurs. "...But, I've told you what my goal was. And despite meeting you, it hasn't changed. So, what is yours?" She asks.

  Oh, that is slightly naive. But a fair question. What did I want. I have been puttering about. So, what direction do I want to go?