Complicated emotions washed over Khan as he stared at the transparent container on the floor. A chunk of a dead Nak was within his reach, ready to be studied, but his hands didn't move.
Khan remained still inside the empty reinforced hall for minutes, sitting cross-legged before the item. His senses studied the dead flesh, but part of his mind explored his strange emotional state. He had spent seventeen years with the Nak as his sole goal, and they were finally here.
Of course, that wasn't Khan's first time facing the Nak or their traces. He didn't even actually get to them. Milia 222 and Cegnore had only featured consequences of the Nak's mutations, and the lab had nothing more than dead flesh.
Nevertheless, that flesh was now in Khan's power. He owned it and could do anything he wanted with it, which had to count for something. Even his mind acknowledged that.
