[ WP ] A mortal mother , close to death , pays a visit to her immortal son .

`` Mother, please'' he begs softly, feeling more Vulnerable Than he had ever felt in the past 45 years. 
 
 `` Its my time, alphonse'' 
 She looked at her son, he looked so young. 
 But that's the point isnt it, she thought, he will always look this way. 
 
 `` It does n't have to be mom! IT DOESNT HAVE TO BE!'' He was trembling, he was afraid. It was strange, as if he'd forgotten what it felt like to be afraid. 
 
 `` But Al..'' 
 
 `` Mom, he said you can join us, he likes me. He said I can cash in this one favour, and you can stay with me, forever'' 
 
 `` Have n't you already asked for one too many favours from him!'' 
 
 `` Maa, you dont understand. It makes us better, we can be who we want, when we want and as long as we want. It's the best, I swear'' 
 What was he doing now, bargaining? Like a peasent he thought. 
 
 `` No, alphonse. You dont understand, and now you never will. Life is meaningless if it has no end, what is the point of it all, the entire value of life, HELL the entire value of time is that It is fleeting. If you have one favour to ask him, ask him to turn you back!'' 
 
 `` Mommy, please thats not how it works.'' His entire body felt weird now, he felt weak, dizzy, whoozy as if he was..what was that word again? Sick? 
 
 `` Then i wish you luck alphonse, I truly hope you find what you are looking for. Please dont forget, I will always be with you'' 
 
 And that was it.. 
 `` Mama..mama..ma...'' 
 The feeling of vulnerability, of mortality... he never remembered it hurting soo much. 

