He picked at an elastic shred of skin. "Vera chose you, not me. I’m going to live forever, and to hell with you and your cant about humanities. Mankind’s a dead issue now, cousin. There are no more souls. Only states of mind. If you think you can deny that, then here." He handed Lindsay a dissection scalpel. "Prove yourself. Prove your words weren’t empty. Prove you’re better dead and human."