Standing rooted to the spot from the all encompassing disbelief and despair that now constricted upon him at gazing at the hardened steel shell that is his new vessel. For he was what he fought, a Xeno, a creature that his very beliefs were rooted in the destruction of their... his kind; but whatâ€™s worse a was that he was now a Necron, A being whose soul mission was to find all life and snuff it out leaving no trace of it, not even breathable air. â€œWhy can I think for myself if I am a necron?â€ he whispered to himself, the rasped voice of machine mixed with man crackling like static tormenting the device that now served as his ears. The single thought brought more trobling thoughts into his mind; â€œHas the god emperor abandon me? Am I now forever condemned?!â€ Still in shock Gillium did not hear what the necron lord had said. But it did not matter for he would not listen to the poison of his enemy, his hands made a loud clanging sound as they clapsped around his head, a sign of . There was but one path of redemption and it was one he knew well through a well practiced regimine. Destroy all Xenos. He pulled his arms from his head and took his hands from him delving them into his chest making shallow marks in the living metal abdomen in his greatest attempts to free himself from the thomb that he now lived hin he would destroy himself.