Regardless of what everyone else is doing, Ignatius's hand is clasping firmly around Strange's, his skin hot like sand in a desert. His nods his head once in understanding.

"You have my respect, wizard," he says. Only a moment later, Strange will spontaneously combust into ash.

For the moment, that ash wafts up and is collected in Ignatius's palm, disappearing. He remains where he is, contemplative, curious if Rita will actually strike him.

Meanwhile, Herbert successfully leaps through the gap, but definitely catches on fire as he does.