Eleven glances up and gives Archeval a considering tilt of his head. With his own power locked away, his sense of Light and Dark are muted- possibly gone. But he's sure that a spark of light is someone that gives people hope.

"I guess we can't know for sure." But it feels right; he's almost certain of it. In the wake of that certainty comes the dreaded feeling of being hunted once more. "We just have to survive this so we can return."