"I ran away when I was young, Eleven. I'm old now." Comparatively speaking, anyway. "I can keep the bad men away. I'm more dangerous than they are. We are safe."

He started to walk, hoping that she could trust him enough for the moment. There were several corpses around, but no signs of forced entry. No violence. Of course not, Barty had no need for that. He had made sure there would be no footage either. "I can make the world listen to me, little sister. You can force the world to be the way you want it to. They've made us dangerous."

He turned his head to smile at her. "Together we are powerful."