Marco could feel her pushing at his control, all her panic and terror and anger just magnifying his own. Reflexively he clung on, trying to hold onto as much control as possible. This was his body, and if there was one thing that Marco feared, more than anything else in all of the multiverse, even more than the possibility of being trapped in morph, it was having someone else controlling him.

He growled, fear and anger mixing together to make him want to lash out. Even if the person he was trying to bare his teeth at only existed inside his own head.

How the hell should I know? This is my fucking body, why would I want you in here! You already know all my goddamn abilities, and I sure as hell would bet that you haven't told me all of yours! Why the hell should I believe that you haven't done this?