"I have his memories." Eric said quietly. He found Baba's hand and wrapped his own around it, kissing her fingertips gently. His lovely wife. She had stayed by him through the horror, and he could only imagine what it had looked like on the outside.
"I know everything he did in that place. From the time he got there to when he arrived here."
The way that he had built his strange empire in New Troy. The deal he'd made with the citizens there, down to where he'd kept certain books in his desk. It was so very strange.
Eric opened his eyes and looked at his wife. "But other than his memories, there's no trace of him here with me."