Mind stared at his reflection that was shown upon him, hesitantly touching the small hole the bullet made when it struck it's neck. It stung. He hissed, bringing his hand back down to his side. Dried blue blood splattered around the top parts of his clothing, cracking at the seams.

He bled against the white bandages that were bound to his neck, bleeding through the thin gauze as it looked in dismay. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. Yet, his plan still worked. He took a second to himself, staring down at the mirror in front of it. Was it really worth it?

He could finally reach entropy and become whole without the emotional side pulling him down. Stopping for a moment, Mind turned to look at its desk where an unfinished voice modular sat, as if it was pleading it to put it on.