Well, if you insist, Nemesis. Especially considering what was just said. Briefly, Ramjet's aura flares, insubstantial tentacles of energy forming from it and reaching outwards before collapsing on themselves as very organic-looking boils grow, but never actually breaks.

"And didn't I give you that? Though I see no decision having been made, Prime. I see a spark flickering at the edge of a cliff, and you're just hanging there, tearing little endless flickers out of yourself while you're eaten up from the other end and it hurts doesn't it? And in the end you won't have what you want anyway!" Ramjet smirks, but while his voice is thrumming, even reverbing strangely, it's all completely humourless. "I know what you wanted before, Prime, so why not end it when you can?"

He doesn't necessarily want that, but he couldn't have given Nemesis Prime what he wanted when he was Unicron's, and he's not going to do it now either. The inevitability of it tugs at his spark, plays havoc with the energy inside of him... that he is, terrifying and terribly amusing at the same time.

Ramjet can't decide which he'd want the most as there's not enough of him to make a coherent decision about it, so instead he'll needle. Needle and lash out because why not?

No place, indeed.

"And if you wait to long, child of Primus, you will regret it." Another melting grin, stiff and toothy as Ramjet throws his arms out. That last is for Barricade, and he's taken several steps closer by now, but his optics are on Nemesis.

His optics, which are decidedly flickering between mechanical and... not.