What exactly is it that you expect? That I am simply supposed to be able to function or care to try in a world I know even less about than you? That I should understand my reasoning for every little thing I might do when I fail to even understand why or how I am still alive?

I've been in solitude for longer than your precious Insomnia has even been a concept, so do forgive me if I can't simply adapt to living as though naught has even transpired.