Eleven's leg jumped and hit the underside of the desk. He grunted and bit back a hiss of pain. Really, he should have been expecting that, but he'd expected it then and it hadn't come.

Worse, he didn't know how to answer her. He'd thought little of it before, but as his fingertips pressed into the center of his chest and found his heartbeat, he wondered what the difference really was.

"I don't.. it's- I.. I have a heart. It's just that I was born to do something- to be someone- but then I lost the power to be that person. ...And I guess I'm not sure if that's who I am, anymore."