Choosing to save lives, and choosing to end someone's life, are very different.
Everytime I go to bed at night, I would remember that vision of my little boy screaming with my hands around his throat, whilst staring at me in disbelief. The other scenario would leave that thought on somebody else's conscience instead.
There was no stipulation about the method of killing. Screaming and hands around throats could be dispensed with.
Devious, treacherous, murderous, neanderthal, sub-human of the West.