The Great Old One understood Khan's stance better than Khan himself. After all, Khan had merely risen to leadership. Meanwhile, the ancient creature was born with it. It was a birthright carved into its genes, carrying a series of instinctive nuances.
Leaders, especially those as strong as the Great Old One, wouldn't share their power. They couldn't since no other being was their match. The action would be akin to charity with creatures no bigger than ants.
Moreover, power was a tricky thing. It begged to be used, and even those who didn't ended up suffering from its consequences. Superior beings couldn't help but dismiss those who could barely breathe in their presence. The Great Old One had known that truth since birth, and Khan had eventually realized it.
