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I never get used to it, no matter how much I fly. That rush of speed, lift then the sickening, stalling drop as the engines quieten mid-ascent and it takes everything I have to calm my fears. To stay in control. I must be in control. I grip the arm rests, blood turned to ice.
TW: Passing reference to coercion and controlling relationships.
