[It's hard to get words out when Marcus's grip tightens. There's no breath to fill his lungs with as they leave him. The fear is almost consuming now, and with their bond, there's no way Marcus is unaware. Phantom wants to live. Up until the final moment, he'd still wanted, desperately, to live.
He could truthfully say that every use he'd ever put Marcus to was in service of Phil. But even if he could breathe right now, he doubts the words would come. He knows what he did, and what he tried to do. What he is. Even if he wished otherwise. His grip on Marcus's wrist slackens and he sags against that hold, for a moment not caring that it makes the crushing pressure on his throat worse. Even the fear subsides a little in the face of that emptiness.]
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[It's hard to get words out when Marcus's grip tightens. There's no breath to fill his lungs with as they leave him. The fear is almost consuming now, and with their bond, there's no way Marcus is unaware. Phantom wants to live. Up until the final moment, he'd still wanted, desperately, to live.
He could truthfully say that every use he'd ever put Marcus to was in service of Phil. But even if he could breathe right now, he doubts the words would come. He knows what he did, and what he tried to do. What he is. Even if he wished otherwise. His grip on Marcus's wrist slackens and he sags against that hold, for a moment not caring that it makes the crushing pressure on his throat worse. Even the fear subsides a little in the face of that emptiness.]