“It’s my hands I’m most worried about,” said Roseveare. “I think I could manage anything but that.” “Sight,” said Gaunt. “I’m terrified of blindness.” Ellwood’s profile was caught in light. From this angle, he looked whole, angelic. “My face,” he said. There was a long silence. “Well, you always were a vain bugger,” said Roseveare. “Glad to see nothing’s changed.” Gaunt waited for Ellwood to laugh before he let himself join in.
