[There's a pause, as Eleven wonders to himself why he brought up the war. Events recently must have brought more things to the surface than he thought, things he'd rather keep hidden.

When he speaks again, his voice is quieter and sadder, more halting in his speech.] The war, yes... the last great time war.

Long story, it was a bad day. Bad stuff happened.

[Aaaand right back to normal.] No, sorry, not five of me here, just five of me together, in the same place at the same time. And five different versions of me, not five of me me. Although there were two of me me together once!