[ interesting, he thinks. is that what Zenith does to the once-Meridians that don't understand it or can't relate to it? Makes them see hopeless lost causes rather than undestand moving on from what's lost is an option rather than dying along with it? Childe had to wonder as he has been mulling and contemplating the doubts he had for Zenith and if it really makes sense. Ironically, seeing someone in such a despairing state makes him only doubt even more, but he's also not one to offer words of comfort, mostly because he doesn't know how to when it's someone he can't protect from the harsh reality. In the end, He drags himself up to go wander over and sit next to Dimtri, letting himself slide down to the ground but still managing enough energy to intentionally bump shoulders with him in silent camaraderie.

Even if Childe didn't already like Dimtri, he would still think the same: at the end of days, when in stich a thing like this, does it really matter who would technically be considered friend or foe?

He understands the intent of this is for making a choice in who they are, but somehow it doesn't equate to him as making enemies (at least not yet.) So, if he can offer a little bit of comfort to anyone at all with his presence, he sees no reason not to do so. He just doesn't have the energy to do more than be a presence.

So Childe closes his eyes— only to open them when he hears a change in Dimitri's tune.

Childe hasn't come to understand where he belongs yet, but if Dimtri has made his choice— ]

Hm? You've decided then? Guess it can't be helped.

[ Sounds like Dimitri isn't going to accept Zenith, so he'll need help getting rid of it, right?

Childe will help him out. ]

Let me start pushing you along to where you need to go.