Mind tired of his paranoia for his bodymates. He didn’t know what to do to prove that they were safe to his thoughts. And so, if he couldn’t prove them safe, he knew he had to prove them weak, or, at the very least, friends. That brings us to the now.

Mind stares down Heart from the other side of the room, aiming his (toy) gun. Heart, his mortal enemy, the moon to his sun, is on one shot left before elimination. Unfortunately, the same applies to Mind. Soul, the dead (sitting on the sidelines with his chicken), is cheering them both on. What a hypocritical action. To cheer on his killers (other halves that eliminated Soul with toy guns).

Mind makes sure his gun is loaded as he just barely looks over the top of his fort. A foam bullet goes wizzing by. Not today, Heart. Not today.

The logical side dramatically glares at the emotional side from across the battlefield (the living room). Soul’s guardian angel (Darrel the chicken) couldn’t save him from the combined might of Heart and Mind, but now the time has come to turn on him.

“Come out from your hiding spot, coward! Heart, you’ll just keep missing!” Mind taunts. Heart will pay for stealing his elimination of Soul. He wanted to shoot the final bullet, not let Heart shoot him! Heart cannot be allowed to win this, never can Mind lose against him.