He is already fading into darkness as the shadows embrace him. Somewhere in the gloaming, she sees both visages, the ancient withered face, and the youthful, vital one, overlaid one upon the other, until it's impossible to tell which is real and which is a memory. And then the shadows swallow him, leaving only his eyes visible, burning with that same unholy fire.

"Perhaps someday, you will do me the honour of -- allowing me to reciprocate."