[ his hand curving around her arm is the last sensation she's aware of as herself; before that she can see him trying to speak but can't hear anything he's saying. the eternal night fades from view to be replaced with new york city in the daytime, bright and loud and colorful. she knows this isn't her mind or body, part of her is aware of this even as his consciousness takes over, letting her see the scene play out from his point of view.
she's seeing, which is already a hint that something is wrong in spite of the initially idyllic setting, the feeling of invincibility that all young children inherently possess. but it's not until she (he, she) spots the truck oncoming that she realizes what's about to happen, even if he doesn't.
stop, she tries to will herself, you're not gonna make it. but she's riding shotgun in his mind, can't do anything to quell the urge to run coiled tight in her body, can't silence the voice going now, do it now over and over in her mind before her (his) body propels into action, running toward the old man.
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she's seeing, which is already a hint that something is wrong in spite of the initially idyllic setting, the feeling of invincibility that all young children inherently possess. but it's not until she (he, she) spots the truck oncoming that she realizes what's about to happen, even if he doesn't.
stop, she tries to will herself, you're not gonna make it. but she's riding shotgun in his mind, can't do anything to quell the urge to run coiled tight in her body, can't silence the voice going now, do it now over and over in her mind before her (his) body propels into action, running toward the old man.
all she can do is watch. ]