In that last frantic moment before he'd
teleported away from Zero, Netto had understood one thing: he couldn't go home. Even if the anti violence field prevented anyone from attacking him, it wouldn't necessarily prevent them from capturing him. The same thing went for the Nexus. You never knew what would happen in the Nexus. The first place he could think of that was almost guaranteed not to have any of his friends anywhere nearby... was the ruins. So that was where he went.
A few moments later, the blue and black light that had surrounded him faded away, and he found himself standing in a broken tunnel somewhere in the ruins. Netto breathed a sigh of relief, sinking down to sit on the ground to catch his breath. That had tired him out. More than he'd thought. He could feel himself on the verge of defusing with Dark Rock.
No. Not yet, he protested.