Eleven frowned, fighting through another fit of shivering.

"M-maybe not," he relented, though he still held some hope. "But.. surely, this world is so heavy with- with death because it needs a power like Hers."

Their own world was out of balance in a similar way, with dead souls unable to leave the Void without Yggdrasil to move onto.

"I'd hoped.. maybe.. that was it. Or at least an- an echo of Her power."