"Heirlooms. Bequests." He gestured precisely at the empty air. "I have a bequest for you, Mia—something I think is right for you. It’s my memory palace." A castle in virtual sand. "I want you to take possession of my palace. It can shelter you, if you ever need it. It’s ductile and it’s smart. It’s old, but it’s stable. Sometimes palaces can make a lot of trouble for people, but mine won’t make demands. It’s a good space. I’ve been very discreet with it. I’ve cleaned it out now—except a few things that I couldn’t bear to erase, things very special to me. Maybe to you, too. Mementos."