[ John knows that, on some level, but talking about this all is hard. It's like a wound freshly scabbed over. It itches still, and he's afraid scratching it will leave him with blood pouring down his arms again. ]

You ever been inside an old church? Atlantis was built like that -- high ceilings, big spires, and lots of patterned glass everywhere. Lots of natural light, balconies, open spaces. Only it wasn't intimidating like a church --

[ Maybe it says something about him, that he finds churches intimidating. He winces a little, shakes his head as if to dismiss the thought. ]

It was just -- peaceful. It made you feel welcome. Everywhere you walked, the floors lit up to guide you. The doors opened for you. It felt like it wanted you there.

[ It felt like a home. ]