"I'm with you there," Much agreed, taking the coffees. "Some of the stupid shit we'd do just to wipe the smile off Prince John's face..." He'd been a man, just as they were, though. Prince John couldn't curse anyone with cancer. But Much understood raging against a power imbalance, Much understood the blind fury that unending smugness could bring out in a person.
He understood, but it was still terrifying. He didn't want Marcie to die.