He thought he could outrun this song, the song. That alone proved that he didn't understand, if everything else hadn't already proven it long ago.
The song filled everything, including that broken stitched-together corpse that had been masquerading as Ragdoll; it was little wonder that Music Meister could control it. And Meister barely needed to point the way before Ragdoll was leaping forward.
The acolyte's heartbeat and blood and breath were, for his tastes (as much as he could separate himself from William and from the song itself), too loud; his hands wrapping around the man's throat and squeezing let him feel the pulse and the rush of the first two of those. Strangulation could take a while, and had never been to his tastes; even though he couldn't easily wrap himself around this man and crush him while his doppelganger was holding him still, he could squeeze tighter and tighter until he felt, under his hands, the acolyte's windpipe give. Which he did.
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The song filled everything, including that broken stitched-together corpse that had been masquerading as Ragdoll; it was little wonder that Music Meister could control it. And Meister barely needed to point the way before Ragdoll was leaping forward.
The acolyte's heartbeat and blood and breath were, for his tastes (as much as he could separate himself from William and from the song itself), too loud; his hands wrapping around the man's throat and squeezing let him feel the pulse and the rush of the first two of those. Strangulation could take a while, and had never been to his tastes; even though he couldn't easily wrap himself around this man and crush him while his doppelganger was holding him still, he could squeeze tighter and tighter until he felt, under his hands, the acolyte's windpipe give. Which he did.