Then you might understand why some of us close ourselves off from that empathy, rather than revel in it.

I beat that fear into my subordinate. He was weak, so I beat him until he got stronger. Strong enough to stop crying and to start challenging me. Strong enough to become a tool for the mafia, a tool for me to meet my own goals.

You will have to trust me when I say a despicable man who could do that can't feel empathy like you do, and doesn't understand your feelings at all. He understands why you might be afraid, why you might have been hurt, but not why you grew empathy from that.