I feel like we don't talk enough about the potential Merlin has as an immortal person. And when I say "potential" I mean angst. The ANGST. Merlin forgetting faces. Him trying to function like a normal person but he can't, because he realized he forgot Hunith's face. How could he possibly forget his own mother's face, who raised him with oh so much love?! What color were her eyes? Were they brown? Blue? Green? Him forgetting why he's waiting by the lake. "Wait, why am I staring at that lake?" *checks a crumbled note from his pocket* "Oh right, Arthur." Him forgetting events or how they really happened. For example, I can imagine him laying awake at night trying to remember how he met Gwaine. Did they meet in a tavern? In Camelot? During a bandit attack? No wait, that's how he met Lancelot, wait, no, NO, THAT'S NOT- THAT'S NOT-
