Join the club. At least the terror no longer has Araceli actively scared her own hand will do something terrible now, not since she was taught how to do it properly but well, there are so few satisfactory answers. There's plenty she can go with, plenty she can improvise, plans and back-up plans and back-ups for back-ups but when she's suddenly got a thing in her that wasn't hers?

Not happy.

"On three." She plants her feet, pulls in a deep breath and extends out her arm. Accepts what's going to come as she narrows her whole world down to her hand and the rift and closing it because anticipating pain is living it twice and you always hurt yourself more that way.