Again, she had almost not recognized him. His hair had been cut and washed, and his hair was its true red. The scar along his face was more vivid than the night before. He was thin but tall and still cloaked in the colors of the damned: black and gold. He looked a little younger with all the grime and unkempt hair cut and washed away, but there was still that haunted look in his eyes that aged him.