He more than had his old face back. He had it to the degree of the Phantom of Gaston LeRoux infamy, resulting in an entire Death's head face. Skin was mottled and swollen, skull was exposed as well as paper thin skin with tiny veins just underneath. In a word: frightening. They'd screamed at him, every last one, and all he could do was rant and rage and threaten, and he ended up locked in his office away from the world that shunned him once before.
This is where she'd find him, his face cloaked in his mask as he huddled in the corner of the office, shades drawn to block the light. There may have been quiet sobs, but they were so faint, it would be hard to hear him.