Namek
"Do we become a part of the Bloodcult, or does the Bloodcult become a part of ourselves? Think about that. For now I will leave you, so you can think in peace."
The statue starts falling appart into tiny rocks, pebbles and sand. Almost nothing remains.
"Hopefully next time we meet, it will be me in the flesh... Goodbye..."
At last the face of the statue returns to dust, carried away by the soft breeze.