[Phantom loses the thread of whatever he was going to say in a pained little grunt as Marcus's grip flexes. He can feel the sting of his ineffective scrabbling in his own wrist, enough to make him flinch. Marcus doesn't even seem to notice.
He redoubles his efforts, pain or not. But thrashing only makes the grip feel tighter, his vision swimming for a moment. Likely not from loss of breath, not this quickly. Maybe simply from the sense of panic flooding him, dizzying and overwhelming.]
As if--Phil ever used you like that. Not even for the treatment.
[Ah. Maybe that's the part of this that feels familiar. Pain and dizziness. Weakness. Feeling his own body fail to do what he needs. He has memories like that in abundance from Phil, doesn't he?]
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[Phantom loses the thread of whatever he was going to say in a pained little grunt as Marcus's grip flexes. He can feel the sting of his ineffective scrabbling in his own wrist, enough to make him flinch. Marcus doesn't even seem to notice.
He redoubles his efforts, pain or not. But thrashing only makes the grip feel tighter, his vision swimming for a moment. Likely not from loss of breath, not this quickly. Maybe simply from the sense of panic flooding him, dizzying and overwhelming.]
As if--Phil ever used you like that. Not even for the treatment.
[Ah. Maybe that's the part of this that feels familiar. Pain and dizziness. Weakness. Feeling his own body fail to do what he needs. He has memories like that in abundance from Phil, doesn't he?]