They spent a quiet evening in miraculous, cozy safety at one of Kymera’s Havana compounds. And off the Net, in privacy—a kind of ecstasy, like getting over an illness. Their rooms were smaller and everything was closer to the floor, but otherwise it was like old home week in a Rizome Lodge. They chatted in Japanese and Spanish over seafood and sake, and met the Takedas’ adorable four-year-old.