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I think the reason these emotions are so conflicting is that this seems to be a crime of passion. This isn't like Columbine or the DKR shooting at the theater. This wasn't a premeditated act of insane aggression against strangers. This seems to be a crime of passion, a moment of insanity that, as terrifying as it is, we are all capable of.
It's harder to think of someone as a monster when you know that this action is not part of their core character. I don't envy any of his friends. I cannot even begin to think what it would be like if my best friend killed his wife, who I introduced him to. I would still love him, I would still love her. It would be horrible, and god knows I wouldn't be ready to make a VERY public declaration on the organization of my emotions and thoughts the next morning.
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