Martin almost laughs over fucking Narnia. That's both a somewhat helpful comparison and a comfort, in a sort of gallows humor way — that acknowledgment that this is ridiculous.

But he supposes there's some small novelty to be enjoyed in John just embracing the otherworldly, even under duress. He'll take what he can get, in the face of the facts being laid before him, which are rather terrifying. "O-kay," he says slowly. "That's... a lot. Is this something to do with... everything?" He makes a vague gesture, not sure how to expand on that idea. "I mean, with whatever we were getting into at the Institute? I mean, are those hundreds of other people like... other people who've made Statements, or something? Oh, are the others here? Elias, and Sasha and everyone?"