[ The voice behind her sighs. ]

A captive observer, more like.

[ Emet-Selch steps out of the shadows and into visibility. He had observed a little, as is his wont, before engaging. This one seems to be content not to travel down either path they are given. Is it indecisiveness or something more?

He folds his arms and looks on. ]

It is a frustrating decision; deciding whether to move forward or hold firm to where you are tethered.