"I don't WANT to be appreciated!!" Stepping away from the wall, Godric shoved Blake back, and shoved him hard. "I don't want people to realize that I try so hard for them, I don't want recognition! I want it to STOP! I want my head back again! I want to be able to lay down, and not think, and not relive every mistake I've made, the people I've hurt, that I've left behind, I want to just... I want it to be simple. I want to know what will make you happy and actually be able to do it, and not worry about what everyone is thinking, or not thinking, or how they see me or if they say one thing and think another and I don't even know how anybody really feels about me. I just, I just want peave. Peace in my own head. Don't you get it yet? This isn't about me and you, me and them, it's... it's about me and my own head. It's about making it just stop." It had to stop. The one thing Godric couldn't control, had never been able to, was his own mind. He couldn't stop thinking, worrying, analyzing everything, and he had always joked to himself that one day it would drive him crazy. But now that he knew there was an alternative, that there was a way to live without constantly thinking, he was starting to think that maybe he was already going mad.

"I don't want to be saved," he said, throat tight and tears spilling onto his cheeks. "I want it to stop. Please don't do this, don't make me go through this, don't... don't do this to me, please Blake... please don't make me do this anymore..."