And Byrne, her wide
eyes conveying a complex mixture of love and frustration and her voice adorably
drooping, makes Justine someone we all know: the one who tries hard, with chaos swirling around her, to make everything all
right.
In the
right light he could see she'd been striking once, the dark hair and sky - blue
eyes, high cheekbones and generous lips, but at the corner of her mouth a deep scar had healed badly, the nerve severed so that one side
drooped in an exaggerated frown, like the mask of tragedy.