It’s not an equation to be worked out. It simply boils down to respecting the wishes of a currently living and conscious being. Otherwise anyone’s life could be forfeit based purely on some arbitrary valuation of what that life is worth. Why don’t we just harvest your organs and give them to people we deem more useful, ya know?
Guy on top left is suave boss man lawyer. He drinks the most whisky. Guy on top right is his plucky upstart protégé lawyer. He drinks the least whisky. Guy at the bottom is the comic relief lawyer. I can’t remember if he drinks whisky.
This is my gf in the Kitchen. Well, this is her in any room in the flat. Somewhat frustrating because she sure as shit didn’t treat the flat she lived in with her mates like that…