I don't know if it's autism or a bit of psychopathy, but I have a hard time being super emotional about people I don't know. Someone dies and I didn't know them personally, shit, feels bad man, I'm sorry. This gnashing of teeth and wailing about injustice and everything else, sit the fuck down and chill; Julie Terriberry was in an abusive relationship, Chloe Sagal was (an thief who misappropriate donations funds) banned from their social circle for being a pain in the ass, I don't think I was around for the other one who called TransLifeLine and couldn't get help, but another person obviously having problems. But instead of actually helping them, it's those KF chuds who are evil and deserve to be punished. And it's not just them, almost anytime I see something about a subway bandit fucking around and finding out; "He was homeless, had mental issues, he needed help" by a full chorus of family members... who let them rot in a fucking metal tube under ground. Look, I get it, it's a bad fucking situation, but I don't fall for crocodile tears. And that's what Byuu is, a gender special who was having a fucking fit and offed himself; and it's our fault because... ... ... because Null wouldn't take his money, I guess.