[Author's Note: Requested by a lovely anon on Tumblr!]

Nothing ever changed despite your best attempts to make some sort of difference...and it was just so goddamn frustrating.

Maybe it was difficult for the Mind to empthasize, but did he always have to be so cruel and insensitive anytime you tried to speak? It was almost as if he had never even tried to listen to you even once, always dismissing it as meaningless whining.

You were so, so sick of it.

Tonight had been no different. Just before sunset, you and the Mind had gotten into yet another argument—no suprise there—but for once, the Soul wasn't there. He was asleep, though with how loud you cry, you wouldn't be suprised if he woke up just from the sound alone. Usually he would stop you from lashing out, or would atleast pull you off when you did get hostile, but now...this was an opportunity. You had been doing target practice in your free time, afterall!

You barely thought about your next course of action at the idea. The Mind had already gone on his brief little victory speech, but your fingers clasped around the small hand gun in the pocket of your hoodie and it's brandished in an instant. Tears had long since clouded your vision, but your gaze was focused purely on the same thing your pistol was; Apollo.

The Mind stepped back and froze against nothing. The sudden act must've shocked him enough to break his protocol. Perhaps he recalled your target practice sessions?

"...Heart," The Sun breaks the silence, moving his gaze from the barrel of the gun so that it could lock with your eyes. It doesn't do your courage any favors... "This is irrational. You are acting on pure impulse." You hate how slowly he says it, emphazing those words he knew you hated as if you were a goddamn child. "This will not end well for either of us if you pull that trigger, so please, just...take a moment to think about this."