He stood just inside the door and shook his head.
"Not yet," he said. "Later I will need the notes. Not yet."
And there it was, he thought, the thing he had worried about that afternoon, the thing that he had tried to find the words to say.
"I told you about a weapon at breakfast this morning," he said. "You must remember what I said about it. I said there was only one weapon. I said you can't fight a war with just one gun."
Eva nodded, face drawn in the lamplight. "I remember, Ash."
"There are a million of them," said Ash. "As many as you want."
He moved slowly across the room until he stood face to face with her.
"I am on your side," he told her, simply. "I saw Trevor this afternoon. He cursed me for all humanity."
Slowly she put up a hand and he felt it slide across his face, the palm cool and smooth. Her fingers tightened in his hair and she shook his head gently, tenderly.
"Ash," she said, "you washed your face. You are Ash again."