Eleven waits. She can have patience, in moments like this. She feels a pull to him that's not dissimilar from the pull she felt towards Kali. He doesn't have a number, he's from something else, but...
They're still alike.
The word for that is brother, but she doesn't tell him that.
"I'm Eleven."
She hesitates, then holds out her left wrist so he can see the "011" tattoo there more clearly.
"I was Experiment 011. Sometimes... sometimes I think that was... easier. I tried to be Jane, but... I'm Eleven."
She nods, reaffirming her choices to herself. And then she offers something important to him:
no subject
They're still alike.
The word for that is brother, but she doesn't tell him that.
"I'm Eleven."
She hesitates, then holds out her left wrist so he can see the "011" tattoo there more clearly.
"I was Experiment 011. Sometimes... sometimes I think that was... easier. I tried to be Jane, but... I'm Eleven."
She nods, reaffirming her choices to herself. And then she offers something important to him:
"My friends call me El. You can, if you want to."
Not the nickname. But the choice to use it.