Maybe I’m the only one who feels it, but sometimes I get overwhelmed at all the enemies I’ve killed who were just doing their job or didn’t know any better. The most recent example of this is the Bullywogs and the Spiders in Borderlands 2. When I’m on foot, I’m all “ITS YOU OR ME MOTHERFUCKER!” but in the car I swerve around them, they didn’t do anything wrong, just were born on the wrong planet.