Eleven breathes in a steadying breath, grateful for the air even while knowing he couldn't expose himself to it for long. There was something about it.

He stared at the newborn creature, still with wonder on his face.

"It's too fast," he agreed, shifting to sit back on his knees. Eleven cast a glance back at the man- a dark energy he recalled brokering a truce of some kind with. "But that it exists at all- even just here- is a blessing. If there was a force in place to regulate it properly.."