Eleven closes her eyes for a moment. THe darkness behind her lids isn't a reprieve of any sort. She can feel her words slipping away, as the scent of disinfectant hits her nose.

"Tests. Needles. Training for..."

The word gets stuck. She bites her lip, clings to what she's learned and gained. There's a tear clinging to her lashes. He might feel a tremble in the ground. The pressure in the air rising a little bit.

"... tele... kinesis. Sen--sory. De-deprivation. Spy. Kill."