The Merman, My Man
After all, my grandfather had supposedly died at sea years ago, and there was no chance of him showing up here, and having turned into a merman at that.
“Sire, she is still too young to receive your connection. You’re too powerful now that the Nest has repaired your body,” he spoke with his head lowered, like a humble minister would to a king. Even so, there was insistence in his voice, and he kept glancing at me as if nonchalantly. “You should take her to her old body, which could help restore her memories. Fifty years is too long for one rebirth, and even if you transferred her memories to her current body, there are no assurances that past and present self could fuse smoothly. If there we