Eleven frowns, focusing on the questions rather than the insistent press of memories trying to weave between timelines and break apart his already fragmented understanding of events. Their surroundings fade to background noise; unimportant.

"I changed time months ago." Vaguely, he understands that doesn't mean much of anything, but it's disorienting to puzzle out further, so he shelves it aside. "I've visited the Void twice; it's how I got here the first time. ...I think. But not this time."