Jason stomps over to the painting eisil and slashes it to splinters with his machete.

There is no declaration, no blustering, only him and the look of murderous intent on his face as he now sees nothing but a victim in front of him.

A being he has declared worthy of his full attentions.

This place had denied him everything so far but he was not one to surrender and he had all the endless eons to find ways around the Nexus' mysterious ability to stop him.
He did take some satisfaction, small though it was, in the knowledge that objects were under no such protection.

If he had to tear this place down board by board then he would.