The teleport had been Liiza's own technique, sending her far away, in a place Khan's senses couldn't reach, probably where her fight would happen.
Nevertheless, Liiza wasn't gone. She would never be as long as the mental connection existed, and Khan closed his hand and eyes, focusing on that permanent channel.
The end was truly nigh. It didn't get any closer than that, so Khan had to remember why he was fighting so hard.
It wasn't about the nightmares anymore. They were gone forever. Khan had won that battle.
It wasn't even about a lofty sense of duty. Khan might have completed the Nak's mission, but he was no chosen one or fated champion, or, at least, he didn't feel like one.
Sure, Khan wanted to save the regulated universe and its people, sparing them from the suffering he knew far too well.
