Necrons, creatures not known for their kindness, and yet you were spared by one. Kept for its own amusement.

Sat there on his knee, the Necron lord's cold metal fingers stroking through your hair. He found you amusing, the only thing keeping you alive. He grabbed your chin, having you look at him. Even the mere view of you was amusing enough for him.

A dry chuckle coming for the necron lord, simply at how you look.