He frowns, hand pushing through his hair, then drops to slip back into the water. Eleven stares at the ripples across the water, letting his mind make of that what it will. Ellethia. The name tugs at indistinct memories- grass and dead animals.

"Can you remind me what it was we'd discussed? I know this world doesn't have Yggdrasil, but I'm sure there was something else wrong that interrupted the cycle."