"You'd better give me my body back when you're done."
"Yes, yes, fine, just do it."
"Do what?"
"Don't fight me, that's all."
Vertigo overwhelms you. The world dips and sways like you're seeing the world through someone's helmet camera. You blink, only you can't. In fact, you can't feel your body. You've been shoved to the back of your own mind.
It's awful. You scream, only you can't.
"Kindly keep it down," Alex says with your throat. "I'm concentrating."
They've gotten better at piloting your body since the last time they tried this. They hold one hand towards the growing rip. Green mist wreathes your hand as Alex pulls summoning energy from the ether. The hand trembles. You can feel Alex's pain like the sound of a neighbor's piano through an apartment wall. Black stains your hand's fingertips.
Alex jerks it back and growls. Like falling off of a tall cliff, you fall back into your body. You stumble to your knees. Your fingertips ache as if you dipped them in liquid nitrogen.
"I can't," Alex gasps, once again with their chosen voice. "I can't close it."
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