The Mind was focused on his paper, hard at “work” doodling equations, planning out his day, drafting up a new list of reasons why Heart should just hear him out, and/or drawing a nice picture of a perfect world in which Mind is crowned ruler, Soul loves him as his best friend, and Heart listens to his every word as if his life depends on it. He pauses, reaching for the plushie of Darrel. So he kept it, so what? Mind is allowed nice things.

Mind allows himself to feel a brief moment of joy at the daydream. Heart and Soul, his new best friends. Concord brought on by his logic and his logic alone — He ignores the stupid part of him that says Concord can’t work like that — and nothing bad ever happens! He sighs, adjusting his gold crown with a single blue gem and lovely blue drumstick necklace. The day is peaceful without interruptions. No constant noise of cans of Monster being kicked by Heart after Soul finishes them. No complaining by Heart that he’s too cold — He can’t help but be! No orders from Soul to “do something logical, the body needs you”. Everything is perfect, which means Mind has free time.

He adds a few touches to the stick figure family of them. A crown, wings and a blindfold, a trident, and a chicken. Perfect. Everyone is happy in the drawing, and Mind can feel as many emotions as he wants without being illogical. Unlike Heart, who only ever feels illogical emotions. Mind prefers the ideal reality in which he is their new lord and master for all of eternity.