Sometimes it's hell and sometimes it's not. Hm. Doesn't sound too different from back home.

[Although his home hasn't gotten to the raining fire part yet, he wouldn't have been surprised if such a thing happened.

Peter tilts his head in thought. He worked hard to keep his emotions in check, to suppress them and what he senses from others. A part of him can't help thinking of how these potions would be a big test of his powers. Would the potions affect him? Would the changing emotions break through all the barriers and walls he put up around himself?

He runs his thumb across the lip of his glass in thought. It's very tempting to try it and see how far he can push himself]

But I'm guessing you wouldn't know you took one of those potions until it was too late.