I followed him. I could tell that he wasn't happy, but at least he wasn't suicidally murderous.

But as I walked behind him, I looked around at the corridors, at the obvious signs of opulence that had rotted to something evil. Or, possibly, rotted so as to show its true face. What kind of madman would build some place like this? What kind of madness would lead people to make themselves into monsters?

I came at this feeling from an opposite direction as Luke, but I could see why he hated this place.

Finally, I came upon a statue -- clearly of the Great Leader, judging by the heroic pose. And obviously heroically fake. What he really needed was a monocle to go with that moustache.

And, looking at the brick-a-brac that surrounded the statue, what did I see but a marker.

I chuckled. "Heh." And I took the marker, stepped up on the pedestal, and started to draw a circle around the statue's eye.