Despite the first thought that cropped into my head about martyrdom and such, and how some particularly ungrateful people might realize just how good I really was, when I was still alive (oh, silly angst...) my answer comes down to one word: Duh.
Given my reflexes kicked in fast enough, of course.
I'd rather kill a man and then sit down with a therapist later to talk about it than be a victim of some stupid crime for pointless revenge. Yes, you might have pissed the guy off, but there's a reason that Anger Management exists, and if someone can't control their temper, even at the worst of times, it's not my fault for maybe accidentally saying something that offended him.
On the other hand, if I was a complete jackass to him just for shits-and-giggles, then I'd probably not completely blame him, especially if he had a particularly hellish day (significant other left him and was cheating on him, got laid off from work for being late because salesperson screwed him over when he was trying to get breakfast, which was ruined because some jackass decided it was a good idea to play Steve-O with him, and to wrap it all up in a pretty little bow, his insurance ran out because I ran a red and hit him, and he was now bankrupt and had nothing left).
And... it doesn't help that I'm a misanthropic cynic to begin with..
