The blackness of space surrounded Khan, enveloping him in its cold, deadly influence, attempting to extinguish the very flame of his life, only for his body to resist it easily.
In a certain sense, that deadly environment was also strangely comfortable for Khan. Liiza had rewired his brain to connect cold with coziness, but part of that feeling came from his genes, creating quite the conflicting experience.
Khan obviously didn't dwell on that known internal conflict as he flew through the endless blackness, approaching the reddish dot in the distance. He had been at his father's tomb just a few hours ago, recalling how small his world had been back then, only to end up traversing the universe without ships or other vessels now.
That ability was so distant from the realm of mortals, or living beings in general, that Khan could only consider himself a monster and feel lucky for that.
