#helioskin

Ripping myself out from the ‘perfect picture’- as Soul likes to call it. Forcing a physical split.

I remember being free. Not having to carry an extra person’s mental health on top of my own.

I don’t care about Soul. I don’t care about Heart. I don’t care about Whole. The hatred I have for them would rot anyone’s mind.

I am not Mind. I called myself Helios. Even after I made myself robot, even after I met him, I was Helios. And he accepted me as Helios. He was the only one I felt safe with.

I mean, at that time everyone else was dead[Nuclear War, happened after I shut myself down and before I was powered back up].

If my Heart, Soul, or Whole is reading this…

No you aren’t. I’m not a mind, I’m a Helios.