The silence lingers. It was a question that would define his time spent here. He could return to being Commander John Harrison, weapons designer and Section 31's dirty secret. But he chafed under that name, under what it represented: he would not be Marcus' dog any longer, not even now, a hundred years in the future.
No. Better his true name - the one Marcus hid for fear of someone discovering who he really was, for fear of Khan rebelling. The one that had been a leader, a ruler, not a man desperate to save his family and who'd failed at that task.
"Khan Noonien Singh."
There's a thread of challenge in his tone, as though he's daring the doctor to disbelieve him. But in concession to some shred of decency, he follows suit, folding his legs beneath him to mirror the doctor. His gaze doesn't soften.
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No. Better his true name - the one Marcus hid for fear of someone discovering who he really was, for fear of Khan rebelling. The one that had been a leader, a ruler, not a man desperate to save his family and who'd failed at that task.
"Khan Noonien Singh."
There's a thread of challenge in his tone, as though he's daring the doctor to disbelieve him. But in concession to some shred of decency, he follows suit, folding his legs beneath him to mirror the doctor. His gaze doesn't soften.