The next instant, more images flooded Evan's mind.
Images from the past, lingering fragments.
"Yes, if he only transferred all his real-time memories to me, the Emperor could only remain as he was. He has to increase the pressure and shove his accumulated memories into me as well."
That was unfortunate. It meant Evan would have no way of knowing when the things he saw had happened, and anything he said might be nonsense.
Evan could use the dates flashing through the earlier images to judge how long it would be before the Emperor returned. That was good news. Perhaps seeing the Lord Regent become a Living Saint, or seeing him return, would mean that all the excess power had been discharged into Evan.
He began losing track of the present. The information he received was chaotic, and the star chart in his mind grew increasingly clear. More and more stars lit up, some several times.
Then Flowers in the Mirror, Moon on the Water shattered. A Primaris Space Marine's brain could not bear such a crushing load. It would destroy his brain.
He tried recording the data in a more concise form, but the attempt failed as soon as he compressed vast numbers of images into a single point, before he even reached the star-chart stage.
"Perhaps I should try a different approach. Making sense of the battles outside is pointless. What I need to do most is hold on to myself."
Since he could not influence the fighting regardless, his only remaining task was to survive and ensure his consciousness survived.
This battle belonged to him alone. Evan decided to dedicate two strands of his multithreaded thoughts to continuously reciting his life story, alternating between them to preserve his sense of self.
"I am Evan, Neophyte Number Thirteen