"How dramatic." Yazoo commented to himself as the swirl of shadows quickly removed the eccentric stranger from his company as he leaned against the bench behind him and stretched his arms out along the back of it. The conversation had left him with far too few answers and far too many questions. Though, he would admit to himself at least that this Emet-Selch had given him more to think about than just the immediate annoyance of his situation.

And well, he couldn't very well hold such an abrupt exit against the other, as he certainly would use such a similar ability to leave whenever he was done with a situation too. As if on cue, somewhere behind him, the sound of off-key singing began as if to further drive home the Remnant's private thoughts as he rolled his eyes then stood to leave himself. There was no amount of patience left in him to tolerate people for another moment without feeding them to whatever hungry beast he could conjure up. He just wasn't in the mood from the carnage though.

Maybe somewhere very far away from here was in order after all.