"What you know is most likely in some ways true, but some things that may be obvious could be false, so I am going to go over the basics with you just in case. This is The temple of war. My mind palace. Every sentient being above a certain intelligence has one. I have one, you have one, the dumbest dragon you know probably has one too, albeit a simple one. It is the place where thoughts ideas and emotions obtain form and function. Most mind palaces follow a few simple rules, like medium for memory;" Green half-points over past the edge of the courtyard below the steep rock face down into a valley of mist. The mist nearest the courtyard clears up and a battle Ethan was in plays in slow-motion. "Medium for personality," The statues and figures decorating the spire start to glow. "And a place where one feels in its natural state. I am a warrior, thusly..." Green rose his hands and all of the other benches and a core around the star in the center all rose to reveal various tools and weapons. A few moments later he lowered his hands as if to seat a crowd and the floor became smooth and flat once more. "The more you visit or reflect on this place, the sharper the details of it become. And the more easily you can mix and change as you please." The pie re-appeared. "Everything here is all in your head. Senses, feelings, objects. That does not mean if I stab you you will not feel pain. The brain is a powerful thing, and some can kill through mind palace interaction alone. " He stood and conjured a manifestation of Liz and Green in their real world locations. "Now your psychics probably use the arcane arts to link the two palaces together, much like a tether of rope." A line of weak twine stretched between the figures. "We do the same thing, except with that bug that you let pierce your skin. Through.... Windmill... stuff.." An active wire sent little arcs of electricity over between them. "Both have their advantages and disadvantages. Your rope may be easier to reinforce, but it is also easier to cut." The two remains of the rope hung loosely from the two. "Ours is much more solid from the start, but takes proper preparation and the right situation to hold a strong bond." A blend of changes to the scene later and Liz is hooked up to a backpack placed at her side and lines stretch from the pack to a bug on her neck. "We can even make food work." A line of micro-fruits flew out of one of the wires and into the bug. "And....That is about it. Feel free to ask if you want to know about anything." The scene faded and he sat down once more, fingers crossed under his nose.