The bonfire, or the being-trapped-in-Hell-to-answer-for-your-sins thing? Because I'm pretty sure they're both equally real.

[Hazel peers down at the man who looks to be on the absolute verge of a full-scale breakdown. One little push, huh?]

You're not looking so good, my guy.

[He's definitely gotta be new here. She pulls a flask out from her jacket pocket and begins to unscrew the cap.]