"It's beautiful in a sad sorta way," Scotty said. He was looking out the window of the shuttlecraft at the inside of the "planet killer."
"What do you mean by that?" Spock asked.
"Well, the workmanship on a vessel this big is extraordinary, isn't it?" He turned back to look at the Vulcan. "But the only thing it was built to do was destroy. I could think of so many good things to build, but this..." he trailed off.
"I agree with you. The propensity of humanoids to kill themselves is seldom matched, even in the natural world."
"'Tis really a shame. At least it's never gonna kill anyone again." Scotty sighed.
"For that we have the Commodore to thank." Spock sighed himself before turning to one of the other crewmen. "Ensign, please turn the craft around. I think we've seen all there is to see."