And no one here is interested in mercies anyway. And no matter what Ramjet thinks of Nemesis, the connection he might seek... he just as much wants everything and everyone to suffer (as he has), and that means Nemesis can't be dead before the end.

No, that wouldn't do at all.

"Let's burn it, then. That and more, as destruction and entropy cannot be contained to a single event, a small box... Foolishness!" Ramjet backs off, turning around and at the same time flinging a hand out, partly melted arm leading into a tentacle dripping off the metal, disappearing into the purple aura.

"And in the end, they will all learn the price of foolishness." At that, Ramjet looks up, a smile splitting his mask and chin; the changed rift has a slight purple tint, with uncomfortable not-colours flickering through.

Then, though, he merely starts strolling towards the closest teleporter, ambling as if the junkyard was a park and it was a sunny afternoon.

Perhaps to Ramjet, it was the equivalent of that, with the threat of complete annihilation of this very reality hanging over and around them.