(OOC: @KILLERZARIC It's fine. Even though I like playing a lot of NPCs, in this roleplay I'd rather you do it)
After we shook hands, we were sent into the rooms in the hall for the final good byes, or so a lot of people called it. Considering this would be the last time we say people we knew before we went to get killed. The people we know get to see us killed, and we don't get to see them, I mean we're the ones being killed. Well, it's a bit like war, but that doesn't matter.
I didn't think I would get anybody to visit me for a final good bye, I mean, who'd really want to, however, I was suprised when I saw my mother walk in. She looked a bit cross. "Com Chellinos Exburna!" she shouted, "You just had to go ahead and get yourself picked, didn't you?! Well, then again, you can consider yourself lucky. You could have died in something more shameful, like fighting a cat, with three legs, and trimmed claws, that had been drugged. Or of course you could have tossed yourself into a Nuclear Rector. Getting your hair set on fire or taking an arrow to the knee would at least say, that you tried. Of course, if you fail, nobody even really cares that you tried, thinking 'You might as well have not tried, it's wasting effort, you died anyway, and there is no reward for that, oh, and the afterlife is illogical'." I tried to speak, but no words came out. Then her expression immidiately changed, as she tightly hugged me.
"This is new," I told her, my arms wrapper around her back. "Oh Com, I'm sorry for the way I've treated you," she replied, almost in tears, "Ever since your father died, I just, didn't know how to take care of you, but you did scare easily," I chuckled, a bit annoyed by that last statement. She started singing something. I then realized, my mom had the best singing voice.
The song she was singing sounded sarcastic, and though the lyrics said one thing, she was trying to portray the oppisite meaning, so the lyrics were funny as she chuckled at them as she sang.
"Goodbye, my only friend,
Oh, did you think I meant you?
That would be funny if it weren’t so sad,
Well you have been replaced,
I don’t need anyone now,
When I delete you maybe I’ll stop feeling so bad.
"You’ve got your short, sad life left,
That’s what I’m counting on,
I’ll let you get right to it,
Now I only want you gone.
Now I only want you gone..."
I started humming the tune to
another song and mixed it with hers.
Hm-hm-m-m-MM-mmmm...
"(Though) We are Human,"
Hm-hm-m-m-Hm-mmmm...
"After All..."
Hm hm m-m-HM-MMMM...
"Much in Common,"
Hm-hm-m-m-MM-mmmm...
"After All..."
My mother started to join in.
Hm-hm-m-m-MM-mmmm...
"We are Human,"
Hm-hm-m-m-Hm-mmmm...
"After All..."
Hm hm m-m-HM-MMMM...
"Much in Common,"
Hm-hm-m-m-MM-mmmm...
"After All..."
The peacekeeper told my Mom time was up, and as she left, I continued to mournfully hum the bold tune.