The Merman, My Man
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 that dies, while my soul lives on in another body. Do you get what I’m saying?”
“Oh… It’s like I’ve copied your existence into a disk and reinstalled it into another body, allowing you to be reborn…” I murmured despite my surprise. Even if my description of this miraculous method of survival sounded unromantic, I understood the logic it involved.
Still, Dicken clearly didn’t understand me and was frowning at me, puzzled. In turn, I pursed my lips uneasily and pressed them against his, saying, “But you have to swear that you’re not lying to me.”