His Past

I hugged him tightly, am I a psychopath for feeling sorry for him? He started saying "I've never had alone, I was alone half my life. I'm glad you are here." I was hoping this wasn't some evil trick but if it was, what could I do? I said in a light soft voice "Can you tell me more?" He then went on after nodding slightly, adjusting himself, wiping his tears away, and looking at the glass wall "My parents didn't want a child I was born into a family of two teenage drug addicts, I grew up in a orphanage with close to no one just a guy named Lucas, who soon died after over dosing when we were 14 he was off the grid so I had to hide his body I threw him into the dump- after dismembering the body in the woods, putting it in small packages, and throwing them away day by day in city after city until there was no corpse left. I had no one again. I then grew up with voices in my head that taunted me Fred, Joe, Richard, and Paige, I had a therapist she didn't help much. I learned I was a sociopath and psychopath. I was put on numerous medication- that didn't seem to help. I tried getting into a relationship all of them said they couldn't handle me. I gave up. I turned to the voices and they lead me where I am now. I don't mind where I am, maybe I should have listened to them sooner." I was baffled, absolutely dumbstruck- I felt this was to much information, I couldn't process it I felt sorrow, pity, nauseated, and touched. I couldn't grasp all the emotions I have at this very second if I tried. My heart aches for him ,and I didn't know him all I knew is he was a cold blooded serial killer with a messed up past. How do I take this?