[Demeisen had supposed that the pipe might disappear when Sebastian accepted it back; he watches it dissipate with just as much curiosity as he’d had for its formation to begin with, watching it dissolve back into what seems very much like nothingness. Fascinating.]

The hells? [He quirks an eyebrow.] No idea—beyond the obvious, of course. Point of hell is that it’s full of appalling cruelty, so of course that’s a constant feature, in whatever forms their different creators are able to dream up. As for the specifics, though…

[Demeisen shrugs.]

Couldn’t say. Might be that the ship would know; at the very least, it’d be trivial for it to find out. As an avatar, though, most of the people I interacted with were friendly, wholesome types. [He smiles pleasantly through what is both a baldfaced lie and also still basically the truth; at the very least, the people he spent time with also mostly tended to be part of the Culture, which meant that even the quirkier ones condemned the concept of maintaining hells to torture actual thinking people.] And, more to the point, even the civs that did maintain hells didn’t tend to broadcast them for public viewing.