Oh honey, I'm more then bad. I'm evil. I enjoy killing people, locking them in rooms and watching them struggle and suffer and die. I burn them alive, cut them with giant saw blades, electrocute them, drown them, so on. I took pleasure in their deaths, listening to them die.
So tell me, Samir. Why do you get to escape, when you regret what happened and I live while I enjoyed it?