"The thought's crossed my mind." It could be an elaborate jest. It could be some elaborate theatrical performance for some unseen audience, for all they know. Yuri'd despise the latter, but they're so much in the dark that there's just no telling.

His first answer to the question is a frown and an uneasy shift of weight. "Don't know whether leaving's the word for it, but I've had some familiar faces vanish on me."