I am not pretending to know you. I am reacting to the information you are giving me and the way you are behaving. If you would like me to react in some other way, give me something different to react to.

[ By now, the dark circles that exist permanently beneath Severus's eyes have settled into something more pronounced, the effect of the concussion seeping through him, broken blood vessels inside his head.

At least he's still conscious and talking - he's going to have an awful time of it for the next few days, but there won't be any permanent damage. ]

Stop making it about me. Use me, if you have to, if you hate me so much. You used me as cannon fodder instead of someone you value. Embrace it, now, and get help before it gets worse.