Even though his partner started to hurry off deeper into the woods, Zee stayed and watched the Grimm, his eyes filled with discontent. He eyed the fallen husks of the Grimm, three in total, easily dispatched. Moments passed and one by one the bodies started to fall apart, evaporating into the air. "Good riddance," the spearman said in a low growl. Turning away he had every intention of moving on his way, but his mixed feeling wouldn't let him. He hated the Grimm, they were a plight on the world of Remnant, he wanted them routed, humiliated and destroyed, yet he couldn't let them know that. Moving closer to the fallen creatures he took a knee and bowed his head. "May you go in peace. I thank you for all you have given me, and pray that your spirit will be at peace." With that the last speck of black vanished into wind.

Soon after he caught up with his partner. "Sorry about that, old habits die hard," he said. It was then he realized that the two of them haven't had a conversation go more than two exchanges. That spoke volumes to Zedong, if the two of them were going to get along, they had better get to know each other. Picking up the pace, he turned to face Yasuri, and continued to walk backwards while keeping eye contact. "So Yasuri, you don't say much do you? Are those your nerves speaking or are you always this stoic?"