[ John turns to watch Prior sit down, thinking, then leans his head back against the wood again and lifts his eyes to study the ceiling -- the shafts of light filtering through the window and casting patterns on the floor. ]
I dunno.
[ He misses Atlantis, missing the high patterned glass windows, misses the bright natural light and the easy way it responded to his touch. That was home, in a way nothing had been for a long time, but now it's gone and it hurts too much to think of. Thinking of it only makes him think of all the people he misses, people who are dead or who are in suspended animation in Natha pods. People he's still mourning or who he can't mourn, the way they're stuck in limbo and he's stuck waiting. ]
Olympia, I guess.
[ It's a home, a place he lives. Not a place he longs to return to, though. Just something functional. ]
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I dunno.
[ He misses Atlantis, missing the high patterned glass windows, misses the bright natural light and the easy way it responded to his touch. That was home, in a way nothing had been for a long time, but now it's gone and it hurts too much to think of. Thinking of it only makes him think of all the people he misses, people who are dead or who are in suspended animation in Natha pods. People he's still mourning or who he can't mourn, the way they're stuck in limbo and he's stuck waiting. ]
Olympia, I guess.
[ It's a home, a place he lives. Not a place he longs to return to, though. Just something functional. ]