Only person I've ever wished death on is myself.
I don't think anyone really deserves to die. Serial killers aren't born; they're created. I might be for the death penalty in extreme cases, but have enough empathy in me to know they're fucked up because the world made them fucked up because the world is fucked up. People do horrible things, and living in London this year, I've seen the memorials of those who died on Westminster Bridge and London Bridge. I've seen footage of the Manchester attack, AND witnessed the tragedy of Grenfell Tower from my train to work (not an attack, but manslaughter all the same by a corrupt government). Do people deserve to die? Nope. But do they deserve a second chance? Hell no.
That empathy is lost if someone hurts my family. I will literally rip the throat out of anyone who lays a finger on my family. With my teeth. It's relative I guess.
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