“He is almost unrecognizable. There is a wildness in his eyes that terrifies her, takes her breath away. He appears unharmed, wearing ordinary street clothes, his hair askew in its usual way, but despite all this he doesn’t look like a person to her. He looks consumed, his expression twisted into something ugly, his posture like a cornered and angry animal.
She is so stricken by him that she can only stare. And then it hits her: she sees his grief, and it is the final blow. It is the confirmation. Gwen is really, truly gone.” (x)