[That's because it was the wrong question, actually, the man with nerve catches himself before shooting back. Right now, his intrigue and the dawning, disturbing comprehensions surrounding the Emperor are pertinent, but may pale, just slight, in comparison to the true priority of actually getting out of this sane and alive.]

The scenery.

[His features don't shift much with the words, but his tone certainly does. Just a twist sour; a bit of a sneer.

Maybe it's enough to mask the fact that L fully grasps that the true "scenery" is hardly so many showerheads. He'll have his own cataloguing to do, regarding what he's learned here, and what he might yet so long as his nerve endures.]

Some craters have good reputations, for scenery. The Grand Canyon, for one... but not being partial to dry heat, I wouldn't go there on purpose. Not without an exit strategy.

[Where's the door to your crater, Tisketkenchak?]

Foolish thing to do, really.

[Does "all going down in flames" count as "dry heat", Tisketkenchak?]