[The shared fear has been seeping in for some time now, the waves cresting ever higher, and it would be a lie to say that Marcus hasn't been enjoying it on some level. There's a heady sense of power in knowing that Phantom is afraid of him and of what he can do, of having the tables turned for once, and he's riding the high of having the other at his complete mercy at last. This is what he wanted. This is what he was hoping for. Feeling the burn in his own lungs, the pain of the grip echoing on his own neck...
... until suddenly it all gives way to emptiness, like being submerged in icy water, and it takes Marcus a moment to realize that the gasp he hears is his own. He freezes, just staring up at Phantom and the way all the fight has gone right out of him, and in the pit of his own stomach a mixture of fury and revulsion begins to bubble up.
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... until suddenly it all gives way to emptiness, like being submerged in icy water, and it takes Marcus a moment to realize that the gasp he hears is his own. He freezes, just staring up at Phantom and the way all the fight has gone right out of him, and in the pit of his own stomach a mixture of fury and revulsion begins to bubble up.
It wasn't supposed to be like this.]