Khan looked up, his eyes searching for the edge of Coravis' atmosphere to stretch into the space beyond. He recalled what he had experienced while floating in that dark expanse, and those sensations returned without requiring any specific process.
Some of the distant echoes in Khan's mind grew louder and closer when he looked in a certain direction. Pointing his glowing gaze at another area quieted them but intensified others. Calling them memories probably was too much, but Khan knew those sensations carried an unfathomable amount of knowledge.
That was great and priceless but also problematic. Khan didn't forget how the torrent of images had threatened to make him lose his sense of self, and that danger wasn't gone. His mind was as resilient as they came, but the Great Old One's memories featured issues he couldn't take lightly.
