When he saw the fight in this angriest of young men flagging, Marcus spoke to him loudly so that while there was still some life in the lad, he would hear. Hearing is the last sense to go as death approaches. Time for the final humiliation.
“Rufus, dear boy, I chose you because you’re an angry little shit who’s almost as ruthless as me... but not quite! I’m sucking out all your life. Every last drop of anger I will drain from you. I will have all your vital force. However good you might think you are, I’m even better!”