Bequeathment

"Couldn't you put them up on eBay? You could get a lot for this stuff. Even a garage sale..."

"I'd rather you had them."

I rummaged in the box. "Your invisibility cloak?"

"No one sees me anyway. Why do I need it?"

"The vorpal blade?"

"It wins every time. It's boring. I don't want it."

"The elixir of eternal life?"

He lifted his eyes, meeting my gaze for the first time. He spoke slowly, enunciating each syllable: "I don't want any of it. I'm getting rid of everything. Do you understand?"

I swallowed. My eyes burned, and I looked away.