The Merman, My Man
“No, I can’t do it! I can’t accept this arrangement—even if it’s ‘you’ from another dimension!”
Nonetheless, Dicken leaned his forehead gently against mine, his lips curling up slightly while his webbed claws stroked my head assuringly. Then, his paw spread over my head as he spoke with utter tenderness, “That’s not it, Linda—you’re still describing me in human terms. Once you bring the token of my existence to the ‘me’ in the other dimension, my existence would enter my body, and my existence continues even if the ‘me’ of this dimension dies…”
My breath left my lungs at those words, but he leaned forward and whispered beside my ear just then, “However, it’s only this corrupted body of mine