Thing is, they're not normal great white sharks. They're broken people. They can't undertake normal human activities with the same normal human benefits. I don't have to like them, and I don't have to treat them as if they're special snowflakes to pity them.

I have been a hunter all my life, and I do not hate deer. I fucking love deer. I still can accurately aim at and shoot them dead, and then eat their corpses (although I have to admit I have cried more than once). Your emotions do not control you unless you let them.

If you're smart and undertake to, your emotions can usefully contribute to your rational prosecution of your life. I am old and have done a lot of killing of things I cared about deeply, to eat, because of overpopulation, or to end their suffering. I've never killed out of hate or fear, and I don't see any reason to start now.

My hate or fear is not an aspect of the object, but of me. My actions aren't dictated by others, but by me. My emotions don't make it necessary to act one way or another. I decide what to do.