Heart laid on his side against the cold dirt floor, his sobs and sniffles echoing out into the hole he was trapped inside. Dried blood cracked and smeared against the ground and heart's face, staining them both with a dark brown.

He covered his eyes with his dyed hands, blocking out the sun's harmful rays. The pain was unbearable, his body aching, almost as if it was yearning to finally get out of this hell. Yet, that moment never came.

He wept louder. All of this came from that.. that emotionless freak! If Soul didn't see how the automaton was impacting the whole, he didn't know what to do-- if he could've even done anything else. If only Heart hadn't missed his target--the one that kept them all from being whole--then maybe, just maybe, Soul would have realized the mistake he made.

He flapped his wings deliberately, covering his frigid body as best as he could. Grime and sludge covered them, barely making an impact on Heart's current body temperature. Not that it'd matter, anyway.