Salazar has enough of it, Godric ranting on and on about how your birthright doesn't matter, about how it is who you grow to be that matters.
It matters to him. Everything that has happened to him revolves around that, since the day of his sorry birth.
He explodes at that moment, and it is sheer dumb luck that Rowena and Helga were in the room to calm Godric, or it would have resulted into a full-blown duel.
He stomps out of the room, like a raging young lad, and does not return until morning, with news.
He is leaving, and he will never come back.
Helga follows him into his quarters and tries to convince him to stay. But he has enough of her minable values.
And what happens next is his fault...
Merlin, he hates himself.
He hates himself for losing control over his temper yet again, for losing control over his magic...
His Dark magic.
He should have never eavesdropped on his brother, should have never been caught to force-learn that spell...
She is doomed, and it is his entire fault.