Joy. Safety. Love. Comfort. These four words aptly summarized the experience of being in Khan's presence. Of course, trying to detail it fully would take more time than anyone could estimate. Even Vega and Samuel, whose minds operated beyond the average measure, would need a prolonged period to accomplish that task.
A great deal of this effect stemmed from what Khan was as an entity. She wasn't an Angel. She wasn't God. The nature of Khan's existence went well beyond these concepts. She was the manifestation of Creation itself. The very idea and power to will things into being was her as she was it.
Furthermore, this contributed to the assumption that Doom, another force made conscious, was evil incarnate. Although, evil isn't accurate. Evil implies the acknowledgment and acceptance of morality. To be evil is to simultaneously recognize that you are doing wrong and accept the established "rules" or "laws" of a given reality.
However, this did not describe Doom. Was it evil? Yes. Those with thought and emotion would unanimously agree that it was. However, Doom did not see itself this way. Does this mean it wasn't? No. It comes down to the nature of existence, no different than Khan.
Doom was the antithesis of Khan. Creation (Khan) was about the expansion and exploration of imagination and ideas. Innately, she felt compelled to understand her existence and what could be accomplished with it. So, Khan developed. She grew a personality and identity beyond what she was as an entity.
In contrast, Destruction (Doom) is driven solely by what it is. It is meant to consume Creation. In the true beginning of all, there was nothing. That nothingness, the indescribable void, had no purpose or identity. The birth of Creation is what defined that endless absence. It is also what gave it a direction.
Granted, Doom did have ideas, but they were all aimed at the same goal. There was no care or interest in anything else. Could there be? Was it possible for Doom to be the same as Khan? Maybe, during the beginning. Yet, that is not how history unfolded. Doom rooted its existence and those spawned from itself in Destruction. There was no chance for redemption.
This returns us to the core point. As established, Doom was naturally associated with negative emotions and characteristics. Khan, being its opposite, was innate to the positive. Even so, recall the earlier statement: "A great deal". This was not the only reason Khan's presence brought such bliss to those around her.
Personality. Intent. Nature. Identity. As discussed, these are things Khan developed, among many others. For the few that were there since the start, she evolved them. Remove her origins and what her existence was at its source. Khan would still be an open embrace that welcomed every soul besides herself. In conclusion, she was and chose to be good.
As you might've already anticipated, the group that arrived in Khan's chamber basked in her radiance. For a half hour in normal time, everyone conducted a silent study of Khan's form. Apart from being comfortable with this inspection, she also expected it. This included Samur, as it had been countless ages since he'd seen his Mother. Even now, the survivor of Urdak's collapse needed to be sure beyond all doubt that this was real. That Khan HAD been revived.
After that period, it was time to begin discussion. Unfortunately, it seemed as though no one knew how, including Khan. How could ANYONE naturally start a conversation, even with the pressing matters at hand, when in this unprecedented situation? Everyone feared saying the wrong thing or making the atmosphere awkward. You could feel each individual's mind busily trying to conceive ANYTHING to say or do.
Eventually, the man of action decided enough time had passed. Admittedly, as with so much else, the space marine was unaffected by Khan's reveal. He was affected by her soul and self like everyone else. However, he wasn't shocked or at a loss of thought. He simply wanted to see if the usual suspects, Samur or Samuel, would take the initiative. Maybe even Khan since all focus was on her.
But when it was apparent that the room had reached a standstill, the armored man slowly approached Khan. When reaching her, he brought forth his notepad and pen. What he wrote on its page was this:
"Does your back hurt laying on the floor like that?"
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Laughter. It was pure and unrestrained. In none of Khan's expectations did she foresee this. Similar to Doomguy, she believed Samur would start things. Instead, it was a question from someone who did not speak. Furthermore, the inquiry was so...simple. It delighted her to no end.
"Thank you," Khan said with a grin while looking at Doomguy. "Being in stasis for so long, I worried that the first conversation upon waking would be stuffy. I love my children, but they are polite to a fault. Always concerned about proper behavior when in my company." She carried on, speaking to him as if he were an old friend. "To answer you, no. The floor is perfectly even. I feel no pain as I lay on it." She assured.
"...MOTHER!" The Maykrs, Samur included, all exclaimed in unison. It took them a moment to react due to the surprise everyone felt at Khan's laughter.
Following that exclamation, the Maykrs rushed to Khan. They attempted to grab onto her body, but she prevented them by raising her hands.
"No. You will not." Khan told them. "I will not have ANY of you attempt to lift me. As I just said, I am fine. I feel no discomfort here." She repeated.
"Mother, we can't just leave you on the floor!" Samur replied. The other Maykrs nodded in agreement.
"Where would you put me?" Khan questioned before gesturing around herself. "I have no bed. Even if I did, it'd likely be ruined by the Demons. My only options are to lay or be upright. Sadly, it will be a while before I can do the latter alone." She listed. Afterward, she pointed at her children. "And don't ANY of you get ANY ideas. I won't have you keep me steady as if I'm feeble." She warned.
"...Ahem." Samuel sounded. The man had no throat. However, it was the only way he could think to naturally draw attention to himself so he could be added to the conversation. "Miss Khan, I may have an easy solution to your current state. May I be allowed to present it?" He requested.
"...sigh..." Khan slowly released an exhale while tilting her head backward. "I'm going to say this once, please, listen. My name is Khan. I am not Miss Khan. I am the Creator in title-only. I deserve no greater respect or adoration than anyone else. As such, do not feel intimidated or compelled to be needlessly courteous. Speak to and treat me as you would anyone else." She stated. She hoped she didn't come across as rude, but a lifetime's worth of her children being so uptight around her exhausted the poor woman. She CRAVED normalcy.
"Very well." Samuel agreed. So long as there was no risk of him receiving Divine punishment for not speaking properly, he had no issue addressing her casually. "Khan, I am Doctor Samuel Hayden. Samuel, to keep things simple as you prefer. The energy that has allowed us to free you of your confines and protects us from Doom is known as Argent. It is my firm belief that if administered to you, your recovery will be hastened." He informed her.
"Absolutely not!" Samur quickly interjected. "We've yet to examine Argent properly! There's no telling what it could do to her!" He exclaimed.
"Now, now." Khan hushed him, regaining control of the conversation. "The fact that this energy dispels Doom and its creatures is enough to prove its worth. Yet, my Son does make a valid point. What could the effects be if given to me?" She inquired.
"...I have no idea..." Samuel confessed. He wasn't going to waste time thinking about that. Nor would he attempt to lie or sugarcoat the truth. "You are genuinely one of a kind, Khan. For all we know, the effects that Argent has on every other type of entity might be impossible for you to experience. There is also the possibility that, regardless of any potential negative effects, you could be the only person who wouldn't experience them. Your existence is without compare. I have no basis on which to build a hypothesis." He explained.
"Hm, true. Although I want to be seen as no different from all of you, I cannot ignore my innate uniqueness." Khan acknowledged. "So, I suppose the only proper thing to do would be to give me a small dose and see what happens." She reasoned.
"What?! Mother!" Samur responded in alarm. His shock at that decision was shared with the other Maykrs.
"A small amount isn't going to kill me," Khan said with a dismissive gesture of her hand. She sounded so certain, despite agreeing with Samuel that there was NO way ANY of them could anticipate the result of this experiment.
"Um, excuse me!" Charlie suddenly called out while stepping forward with her arm raised. "Hi. Er, hello. My name is Charlotte. However, everyone calls me Charlie, which I prefer. Can I say something about this, too?" She requested.
"..." Khan silently stared at the blonde-haired woman for a few seconds. Then, with a gasp, all four of her eyes shot wide open. "You...are my kin...you...you're...my descendant..." She muttered.
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OH. THAT'S RIGHT. KHAN KNEW NOTHING OF SAMUR'S CHILDREN. THEY'VE BEEN STANDING HERE THIS WHOLE TIME WITHOUT REALIZING THAT.
"...Uh...yeah..." Charlie confirmed with a nod. Her eyes were so open that her eyelids hurt. Her entire body had never been tenser. In her mind, she repeated: "SHIT!" in rapid succession. How would Khan react? What would she think? Her Great-Granddaughter was the Princess of Hell!
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WAIT. FUCK. KHAN DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT THERE BEING OTHER HELLS BEYOND DOOM! SHIT! THIS WAS BAD! CHARLIE'S CHEST TIGHTENED! SHE FELT A PANIC ATTACK COMING ON! THIS WAS GOING TO BE-
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Before anything else happened. Before any words were spoken. Khan extended her hand for Charlie to take. Acting purely on reaction, Charlie took it. When their hands touched, a connection was formed.
Khan formed a link between her soul and Charlie's. This was the same thing she had done when the Wretch and the Marine first came to Udrak and entered her soul's barrier. Instantly, Khan had access to every moment of Charlie's life. Her memories moved as pictures with narration from herself. For Khan, the time spent examining them was long. In reality, this lasted for less than a minute.
However, the same applies to Charlie. Khan gave no resistance. Together, they learned about each other in a way that no amount of conversations could match. When they were finished, Khan severed the soul link.
The change in Charlie was immediate. So, too, was everyone's notice of the difference. She was relaxed. Her breathing was slow. She looked at Khan, not with fear or nervousness, but fondness and affection.
Khan was more or less the same. She gazed at her Great-Granddaughter with a smile. There were no hints of disgust, disdain, or disapproval. She viewed Charlie no differently than her children. They were family.
Without uttering a word, Charlie slowly approached her Great-Grandmother. To no surprise, she hugged her. Khan happily returned the embrace.
"It would seem that there is far more I must be informed of," Khan said, speaking to the others. "Please, before anything else, I wish to know everything I've missed. I also want to know all of you. But only if you're comfortable with sharing." She requested.
From here, a majority of those present fulfilled Khan's wish. Everyone was so focused on Doom, rightly so, that they hadn't realized what she was experiencing. Essentially, Khan was a woman out of time. Excluding an early one-side introduction to the Wretch and the Marine, there was nothing else that she knew of.
However, as Khan had said, she'd only examine the memories of those comfortable with the idea. A good handful of persons weren't, but entirely for personal reasons. Embarrassment. Shame. The same fear and nervousness that Charlie felt. Yet, these individuals remained in the room. All except for one.
As the mood of the room relaxed, Doomguy made his exit. It wasn't just to avoid having his memories examined for the second time. The Wretch and the Marine were still absent from the group. He'd use this time to find and fetch them.