Tango's panicked gasps set the soundtrack to his sudden demise. He wasn't even sure what it was that killed them, just the slender squeeze around their necks. The hairs pricking up on the back of his neck. The chill running down his spine.

And suddenly, it clicked in his head.

As the chill in his spine crept into his heart, and just like the enderman, squeezed.

Tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he clutched a hand to his chest, gasping at the sudden, aching emptiness. It contrasted so violently with the fierce warmth that had burnt there with such familiarity, a constant in the shifting server. Since before they even knew they were linked, bound from the second they joined these cursed games, through death and hatred and heartbreak. Breakable by only one rumoured method, and doing so was considered the highest form of traitorship.

At least, if you believed the rumours. Tango didn't.

But even so, his mind thought back and couldn't help but wonder why. Why anyone would choose to break their soulbind, rip away the one theoretical constant.

For now, Tango felt incomplete. He felt broken, abandoned, alone, ripped of the one person who actually cared about him. But most of all, completely overriding all logic and everything else, was anger. Who got to decide destiny like that, who chose to rip him of something that was his, undoubtedly his and Jimmy's.

How cruel and malicious a being could they possibly be to interfere with the strings of fate, plucking them as if a tune on a violin? Whispering sweet, sweet lies into each onlooker's ears and therefore, impervious from any form of justice. True justice, not whatever warped kind those above had decided to form.

Tango stumbled to his feet, posture far too tense to be comfortable and vision far too reddened to let him see properly. Not that there was much to see. So instead, he yelled.

"JIMMY!"

But his voice simply echoed in the large expanse. No response came, certainly not from Jimmy. It was just him, and the darkness, and the phantom arms squeezing around his neck.

Once again, he yelled, the same as before.

"JIMMY!"

And once again, no response. Again and again, his voice turning hoarse with each desperate scream, far too vulnerable for Tango's liking. But he still couldn't help screaming until his voice was gone, and it hurt to breathe. And when he couldn't scream anymore, he ran further and further into the darkness, only to find the same, repeated end.

And finally, when he could no longer run, or scream, he cried. Not that he'd ever admit it, but in that moment, Tango cried his eyes out.

And in the back of his mind, part of him wished he'd done so sooner.