[ Forced? That part, she does not understand. Eleven has no concept of how her own powers came to be. When Charles mentions being born with his abilities, though, she thinks of her mother briefly, a shell of a person. Eleven saw the files and the articles Hopper kept, but she does not quite understand what it all means, the many layered truths behind her own existence. That the other children were injected with Henry Creel's blood to recreate him, that her mother was likewise experimented on in the first version of these experiments. That she's the only one of Brenner's projects born with her powers, because her mother found out about her pregnancy after joining the supposed 'study'.
There is a lot there that she does not understand because how could she grasp the science and the theories, the history of experiments and the context. And there is a lot she cannot guess at, because her memories are fickle things. An awareness of other children, like 008 - like Kali, but barely a memory of them. She does not wonder what happened to the other children, the ones whose numbers are on doors to empty rooms; her mind folds away from it, and perhaps that is something Charles will see. The strangely empty spots in her mind. Years of memories her own mind is repressing firmly. Skills that have regressed as a result.
Her eyes flick up and around, startled briefly by the screeching violin, by the sudden... stop. Her breath holds, her fingers flexes, but... everything moves on, then. His questions pull her thoughts a different direction - mercifully for him, too, perhaps.
She bites her lips, thinks for a moment. 353 days since the Demogorgon. Mike counted, and so did she. Math is not her strong suit, but she likes going number after number. Before the Demogorgon...
She counts on her fingers, backwards from when she disappeared from Mike's life to when she appeared in it. ]
353 days. Plus... 6?
[ She's unsure about that. She didn't count from the start, hadn't learned the numbers yet. Hadn't gotten angry about the passage of time without being allowed to leave. ]
I am not free. But I am...
[ Safe? No. The gate is closed, but the bad men are still looking for all that she knows. She is not safe.
CW mentions of human experiments
There is a lot there that she does not understand because how could she grasp the science and the theories, the history of experiments and the context. And there is a lot she cannot guess at, because her memories are fickle things. An awareness of other children, like 008 - like Kali, but barely a memory of them. She does not wonder what happened to the other children, the ones whose numbers are on doors to empty rooms; her mind folds away from it, and perhaps that is something Charles will see. The strangely empty spots in her mind. Years of memories her own mind is repressing firmly. Skills that have regressed as a result.
Her eyes flick up and around, startled briefly by the screeching violin, by the sudden... stop. Her breath holds, her fingers flexes, but... everything moves on, then. His questions pull her thoughts a different direction - mercifully for him, too, perhaps.
She bites her lips, thinks for a moment. 353 days since the Demogorgon. Mike counted, and so did she. Math is not her strong suit, but she likes going number after number. Before the Demogorgon...
She counts on her fingers, backwards from when she disappeared from Mike's life to when she appeared in it. ]
353 days. Plus... 6?
[ She's unsure about that. She didn't count from the start, hadn't learned the numbers yet. Hadn't gotten angry about the passage of time without being allowed to leave. ]
I am not free. But I am...
[ Safe? No. The gate is closed, but the bad men are still looking for all that she knows. She is not safe.
"They cannot save you, Jane."
"I know. But I can save them."
But... ]
I am... home. I saved my friends.