I wish that was true, I honestly, really, wish that was true. What my sister, me and the other fella deserve need is help. I know I still have nightmares about the night I beat the piss out of him, I know my sister still has nightmares about self doubt on the night she was raped, I know that the bastard needs help to kerb his sexual urges, frustrations or whatever it is that could drive a man to such a heinous act. From a purely selfish point of view (after all I suffered the least here) is to put it behind me. But I find it hard to do. I still have nightmares about him dieing in his hospital bed, me at the foot of it, looking on, willing him to come through.
That fella suffered, he's a prick, but he suffered, desevedly so, I thought. But my sister and I (after a month of him being hospitalised) wished, hoped, begged for a recovery. Part of me feels that it was because of my/our humanitarianism, part of me feels that his recovery offered a lesser sentence. I just don't know.
Who knows how I'd feel if he'd died. At my hands. In a fit of pique!
Keep your death penalty. I'd say if you vote for it and agree with it, then have a call up similar to jury service. You have to press the button, pull the lever, push the syringe, pull the trigger or whatever is required when your name is called. I couldn't do it. That's why I disagree with it.