He settles back into the water, humming in agreement as he watches Eleven think.

"Ellethia," he repeats. "The Merchant's home. Abandoned, destroyed. We stayed in a tower on the coast. We though it was a lighthouse, but it used to be an institute of learning. Within a certain radius around the building, things were more or less safe. Outside of that, we wore protective clothing. Things lived an accelerated life cycle, in an endless loop. Dying and then returning to life, then dying again."