Of course you don't see. You don't see anything beyond your own pain. You were dead for months, did you feel anything while? Because I did. I had to live with the that agony. Still do I didn't get a reprieve. You're angry because... Because someone found me, someone that could lessen that pain, even just a little, when I'd reached the point of no hope of ever seeing past it.
But... It's not what I want that matters. It's never mattered.