He thought he could finally be one. It wasn't meant to be. No matter how much he pushed for the three entities (Mind, Heart, and Soul) to finally coalesce once more, he never was truly successful. It was a tragedy, really. To know that this was the predetermined fate of his own pieces of himself. He could hear them arguing, could see them as "hallucinations". Why was it always like this? At 3:00 AM, of all times.

Whole: "Could you three please keep it down?"