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Right whenever the nozzle of the gun is shakily pointed towards his throat, it drops to the ground with a loud clatter.
He knows Heart couldn’t have done something like that, he’s too weak (or at least that’s what he assures himself of), but despite that, relief tears through him as surely as the past adrenaline. His hands shake. Mind looks up, to see the cause of this change of… well Heart.
Heart is laughing.
“Mind,” he manages the word through it, and he sounds like he’s almost struggling to breathe.
“Y-Your torso.”
He looks down.
His torso is spinning uncontrollably, so fast it’s a blur.
“Soul!”
Mind had never thought he would hate something like CSS, but as he sees Soul with a grin on his face and struggling to restrain his mirth, he wishes it was never invented.
Someday, Mind would get Soul’s computer. Someday.