Rhea'li pushes forward his drink, offering it to Emet-Selch. He can sympathise, but he wonders the wisdom of offering company when the nature of his very soul makes their interactions so very complicated.

And personally, he avoids these kinds of attachments.

He thinks on what to say, wonders how to say it.

"I... am not the same as them." He wants to be clear that he has no desire to be a replacement. "But should you want for company, then call on me."