"YOU KNOW NOTHING!" He shouted suddenly, his booming voice ringing in the trees around them. Where this anger suddenly came from, he did not know; he did not know if it was at her, at the twins, at himself, or what — but he felt it, and he could not stop it yet, for it boiled like fire in his veins. Where just moments ago there was heartbreak, something else now coursed around within him.
"You know nothing of me, or of her, except what you claim to see in dreams! If you think I am the one only who plays and tease with emotions, then you are sorely wrong. From first we met I was honest about my struggle, never I kept one thing from you in secret! You say you are not her, but then who are you? Do you even know yourself? You cannot sit beside me as you did in moments passed with kind words, writing all type of fanciful, romantic things to me, when you know damn well what it does. If my assumption is wrong, it is your own fault for to cause it," he seethed, his own ancient accent growing thicker as he continued.
"Would that I never returned to this wretched village," spat Godric — and as it always happened when he tried to argue in a foreign tongue, at some point, his command of the language began to slip; he shot his arm out to the side with a quick and violent gesture to strengthen his point. Motion gave him control, motion kept him from doing things he might later regret. He could not just stand here and speak! "and never had to be here now, to have this mad conversation. No. I wish I can leave now and you stay with your dream knight and horse and I can go back to my real world, away from all of this! Gods take me now, for I have no more purpose here but suffering."
For a moment it seemed like his rage had piqued, then he continued, even more aflame than before: "If I keep distance it is because of this! No right at all have you to expect me to surrender what I know, and expect I don't see the face and hear the voice of an other person, even if I must tell it to myself every day that you are not her, when before two weeks or more you say you understand me, and now you are before me and say I play with your emotions — what you do to me, then? You know what you really think or what? Do you understand my side of this or no? I don't want to do wrong by you, but do not do wrong by me either."