Sutton saw the loathing that was on Trevor's face.
"I'm leaving you to yourself, Sutton," Trevor told him. "Your name will go down as the blackest blot in all of human history. The syllables of your name will be a sound that the last human will gag upon if he tries to speak it. Sutton will become a common noun with which one man will insult another…"
He called Sutton a name that was a fighting word and Sutton did not stir upon the bench.
Trevor stood up and started to walk away and then turned back. His voice was not much larger than a whisper, but it cut into Sutton's brain like a whetted knife.
"Go and wash your face," he said. "Wash off the plastic and the mark. But you'll never be human again, Sutton. You'll never dare to call yourself a man again."
He turned on his heel and walked away, and staring at his back, Sutton saw the back of humanity turned upon him forevermore.
Somewhere in his brain, as if it were from far away, he seemed to hear the sound of a slamming door.
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There was one lamp lighted, in a corner of the room. The attaché case lay on a table underneath the lamp and Eva Armour was standing beside a chair, as if she had been expecting him.
"You came back," said Eva, "to get your notes. I have them ready for you."