Am I a Psychopath?!

"I obviously only said that to make you talk obediently. It's interrogation tactics 101, my guy…"

His eyes widen as realization dawns on him but it's a bit too late. It was already too late from the moment he digested the poisoned water.

He opens his mouth to say something else, maybe another plea for mercy, but I don't give him the chance.

I pull the blade sharply toward myself. The strange sealed saber slices through his neck with a sickeningly smooth motion, exactly as I'd imagined. There's a brief moment of resistance as the steel meets bone, but it gives way with a loud crunch as the head severs cleanly from the body. Warm blood splashes against my hands creating a rather disturbed feeling within me.