[ It only takes the work of a moment for Dimitri to be flung into the vision - the ritual - whatever you want to call it. It's a rush. A moment where he's transported to another place, faced with people he doesn't know (but feels as if he should). The children make him pause. This life, this place - it's worth defending, isn't it? It's worth hanging on to. It's worth wanting to save. It buoys the Meridian in him, lifts him up and it's almost as if he can breathe again. And more than that - he understands.
He really does.
So he allows himself to be led by the hand by these children, to see their world, to experience what they do. It's beautiful. It reminds him, more than anything, of what he wants to go back to. It starts to fade away after those heartbeats and he turns his attention back to Childe as he blinks and tries to clear his vision. As if he's waking from a dream. ]
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He really does.
So he allows himself to be led by the hand by these children, to see their world, to experience what they do. It's beautiful. It reminds him, more than anything, of what he wants to go back to. It starts to fade away after those heartbeats and he turns his attention back to Childe as he blinks and tries to clear his vision. As if he's waking from a dream. ]
...you want to protect them.
[ His voice is a croak. ]
You want them back.
[ He understands. ]