Such amusing fiction, these stories they tell. It always comes to this. If they really had a desire to live, they would've been more aware of how easy it is to die, would've chosen their actions more wisely. In these moments, you can tell they're not regretting having hurt you. They're regretting doing it to your face.
You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else.