Eleven's eyes flick back to his young companion, mouth pulling into a frown. There's recognition there now, and he gets the sense that he's close to recalling the boy's name. They've spoken before, in that nebulous existence pressing all around him.

He shifts in an aborted urge to sit down. Standing and conversing while his mind crowds with information feels like too much multi-tasking, but a sense of apprehension forces him to keep his feet.

"We're not friends," he says without quite meaning to, but knowing with a quiet certainty that it's true. He regards him for a few moments, a sense of wary consideration creeping in as he weighs his willingness to answer his question. But it doesn't matter here, he comes to understand, what happened in his home world.

Eleven drags a hand through his hair, leasing an agitated breath. Five doesn't need all the details.

"There was something I had to fix," he said finally. "So I went back in time to change it. That was four months ago, in Erdrea. It's.. better now."