Whatever was on his mind, it didn't seem as permeating as whatever made Rowena keep watching the shadows beneath the fire. He shrugged, thanking her for bringing the food, though he had just finished a mediocre dinner he had prepared for himself. Godric could cook well enough to keep himself alive and healthy, but he would never win any points for culinary aesthetics or variety, or for the splendid quality of his meals. It was satisfactory, and that was enough.
"I'm happy for you," he said almost robotically, if he'd known that was the word. "Really," he added, more emphatically, making eye-contact with her. "even if I cannot share that in full myself." There were a couple bright spots, like meeting his son and spending time with Vogg, and they helped him hang on to the thought that he shouldn't let the humming get the best of him and do something mad just to feel alive again.
At length, Godric let out a short sigh and slumped his shoulders. There was no hiding anything from Rowena; even when they had only just met all those years ago, there had been nothing he could keep secret. "What do we do here? We've no real obligations other than to be in one place at one time, and spend some hours there performing menial tasks, and then we return to a four-poster and awaken the next morning to do the same thing. There is no trade nor trade routes because there is no other civilization. There is only -- this," he gestured around his clearing, though his intention swept past its borders. "and even the expansion has all been fabricated by the hand of man. Where is the wonder?"
He went on for a while longer, too engrossed in his own venting now to stop and pay attention to what he was saying. How much he disliked feeling as though the only things considered worthy of attention in the village were things of the future and he hated the underlying expectation that he ought to worship the alleged genius of it, how much he didn't care about the squabbling and bickering that broke out sometimes, how he worried that his son might think he was peculiar and that he didn't know how to be a father, how he felt disconnected from most outside of his time period -- all mixed in with sarcastic comments and the occasional bit of profanity from some region of the real world he had visited.
"..and it's false, all of it. How long do you think this village has been here, Rowena? Has it always been like this?"