"It was eternal snow, last place I lived," he says, his grin twisting very slightly into a more genuine smile. "And before that... eternal lava? Goes in cycles, I guess."

At least hell hadn't been that surprising to him, visually. Hotland was extremely volanic, and he'd spent more than enough time there. Which will be awkward if he ever goes back there now. The aesthetic has been sort of double ruined, by now.