For the last time, I am Britannia. Such a violent little boy, it is interesting to see how you have grown. Now, if you want, I will tell you everything that has happened, and why I am old and you are young, but I am Britannia, Albion, Englalonde, Angelcynn, Anglia, Engla Land, Britene, and Englisc all in one.

[ Well, now that he's started... ] I am the child of Germania, the product of the Britons, I am the strongest standing legacy of my mother; I am greater than Rome ever was. I am the country to which Alfred the Great belonged, I am Wessex, I am Northumbria, I am Kent, I am Mercia. I am unlike my brother to the north with the Picts and the Scots, I am far more than my brother to the west, Cymuru.

I will hurt Hispania. But not yet. And I will not hurt Britannia.

I am Britannia. I am England. [ And finally, he pulls away from the communications device, aggravated beyond belief, but somewhat satisfied as he feels he's made his point. ]

And I do not want to see you. But I must see you.