"I've been around here for about a hundred years now. In New York. I thought that I might be able to find...someone."
Arthur.
She looked away as the name that had been forcefully kept from her thoughts for so many years suddenly crept back to the front of her mind.
For so long, she'd searched for her King. Tirelessly...devotedly. Ever since the fall of Avalon and she'd escaped the nunnery and made her way out on her own, she'd searched for him. He was all she could think about for the longest time. Her desire to see him again...to beg his forgiveness...to swear to him that she'd always loved him. To see him returned to his throne where he belonged.
But hundreds of years on a fruitless quest would eventually break anyone's spirits - and so had hers been broken.
She'd given up her search.
And in giving up that search, a small piece of her heart died.
Blinking her eyes from out of her reverie, Gwen looked back at Mordred.
"But now I'm just trying to keep myself hidden. It's steadily become a more dangerous place for immortals of our kind. If science keeps advancing in the way it does, it won't be long before we're discovered."