[He latches on to that first sentence and holds on to it like a bulldog. Suddenly, he snaps angrily, interrupting the bit about Mozenrath:]

You have no idea who I am or what I've been through. Don't presume to stake any claim to having borne the most suffering when you know nothing about our respective futures.

Your time in Azkaban was trivial. Your supposed crime was trivial. The world didn't care about you as long as you lived, Black. It had other, more horrific concerns.

[A beat, as he tries to get himself under control.]

Don't play the martyr. The Barge has no place for them, and our world has more than enough.