Eleven paled. He stared at Hendrik's outstretched hand with a will to take it, but the lack of strength in his limbs promised he wouldn't regain his feet for long. Instead he stared up at the man, looking lost.

"No," he said, quietly devastated. Had something happened to his memory? Eleven pressed a hand to his chest, palm pressing deep until the spot physically ached. Only, his power was still gone, so how?

"I- I lost the power of the Luminary. How could we have won..?"