Half of Lox's answer was based on his observations of the Necron Overlord during this brief time, while the other half was an intuitive guess that came to him in a flash.
If humans favored a certain race more, it had to be because they saw their own reflection in them.
Life always instinctively felt affection for things that resembled itself.
It was precisely this slight similarity, appearing in the grand probabilities of existence, that connected two races that otherwise would never have crossed paths.
Trazyn clapped, his metal palms striking together with a strange sound.
"You were partly right. Yes, you short-lived, fragile primates are very similar to our predecessors—the Necrontyr."
Lox nodded. He had already noticed the change in Trazyn's self-description.
He was both a Necron and, in his own self-perception, a Necrontyr.
"Our race was born on a planet very close to its star. Because of its unusual stellar radiation, our kind had extraordinarily short lifespans and were highly susceptible to genetic mutation diseases."
"Even the healthiest and longest-lived among us could not survive beyond thirty orbital years. We feared death, yet worshipped it. Look at these tomb worlds—their cultural origins lie in the death cult passed down through our civilization."
Necron architecture made extensive use of symbolic objects such as tombs, sarcophagi, and obelisks. The convergence of life meant that similar things existed in similar forms among many species.
Trazyn's tone became impassioned, as though he had returned to that age belonging to the Necrontyr.
"But we never yielded. The great Necrontyr civilization grew and flourished through generation after generation of sacrifice and progress. We stepped into the galaxy, conquered the sea of stars, and became one of the first races to take the lead in the galaxy."
"Our racial culture was magnificent and resplendent. That