[ Dimitri rocks his past self gently, murmuring something quietly to him. And apparently, it ends up being enough. A few moments later, as his breathing slow,s the child fades - and all that's left is roots. Dimitri eases back for a moment, a little shocked, a little surprised. He's left staring for a few long moments, his expression inscrutable. ]
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...I'm sorry. That - that was strange.
[ He wishes he hadn't had to see that. ]