There's a slight huff in response for being offered help. He is more than capable of standing on his own two feet. It's only with reluctance - and the awareness that there is no one else watching - that he takes the hand he's offered and stands.

Emet-Selch motions ahead of them. "There are two paths that lie ahead." Two paths whose meaning he is keenly aware of - the light path of the Pleroma and the shaded path of the Kenoma. The Kenoma path veers right and is bordered by all manner of jagged purple crystals as it rolls on and on into the darkness. The Pleroma path veers left, and it's made of pleasant lavender crystals tinged with shades of blue that stretch into an endless light.

He begins to walk. "Fate is cruel." He observes with a sigh. "For though we have only just found ourselves together, here our paths diverge once again. I travel down a path where you cannot follow."