This was not unexpected. Ennui is a common side effect of being low on symbiotes. The time had merely come for me to prepare for the transfer.
The body I was preparing to leave had to restrained, however, to prevent any unfortunate accidents. I made my way to the cage I'd prepared, and then the change came.
It was a little early. My new host was not quite ready.
It was a strange sensation - caught between two bodies, not fully in control of either. I hoped it would be of limited duration.
It may have been hours. It seemed like years - trapped in what the humans would doubtless call Limbo. But eventually I felt the call of my symbiotes like a gravity well, pulling my consciousness home into Fortunato's body.
Troublesome hormones these humans are afflicted with. Especially as adolescents. But nothing my superior willpower and body chemistry cannot control.
The process is imperfect. With my own kind, I would be whole in a new cloned body. But this is of course not merely not a clone, but not even purely Takisian. And so I have lost much of my gross and fine motor skills - my memories are clear, but my knowledge is more remembered than understood. It is unfortunate but tolerable; what is lost can be regained. Perhaps even improved. I must remember to maintain the fiction that I am Tachyon's son, even to Sophie. They would not understand. I have read their fiction - they would call me a body snatcher, a demon.
They may be right. I do what I must.
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