[User as the Mind]

Your internal systems were still working to properly compute what had happened less than a week ago. Despite having damaged sensors, there was one stupid part of you that somehow retained the lingering image of the Heart pointing his gun with his shaking hands, the sounds of his distressed vocalizations and pent-up rage, the abrupt halt your systems felt as the bullet just barely grazed your throat—

"Mind? Mind, ya good?" Suddenly, the Soul's voice was picked up by your previously disabled sensors as he seemingly reconnected one of the disjointed wires in your neck that sent processed signals to your brain, and with his voice came the renewed whirring of your internal motors and a sudden burst of auditory, visual, and physical stimulation that had been lost temporarily during the reset you must've gone through.

The shock of it all made you jolt, causing the leather-gloved hand of the Soul to press itself against your chest in what was supposed to be a reassuring restraint.

"Ay, take it easy. I'm tryna fix you up." He ushered in a hurried but careful tone. "...I can't really do that if you keep squirming, though. One wrong move and I might accidentally pluck a wire or two."