Gwen smiles deeply, Hylia's words are a comfort, that maybe, even if Anwyn found her way onto the same path as she did, that wouldn't be such a bad thing? She doesn't notice the deep despair that is not her own welling up inside. The idea that the Curse of Torchwood would continue on to another generation, even without Jack there? It's something that he can't stand.

"You're right. And my world needs people to rise up and protect it, just as much as this one does." She glances over at the map, again. "Maybe that's why this doesn't quite feel real. I've seen catastrophes time and time again that could have wiped out my own world. But we beat them back. With far less than what we've got here." There's a little strength back in her voice. "We can win this."