Niceness or stupidity?

Conan’s POV

I stopped on my track, staring intently at Kayla who held the knife to her stomach with beads of sweat formed on her forehead. Her fingers trembled as she clutched on tightly to the knife and a scoff escaped my lips as I slipped my hands down my pocket.

“Then what are you waiting for? Stab yourself or do you want me to make it easier by stabbing you myself” I said coldly and I heard someone that I presumed to be Liana gasp.

Tears welled up in Kayla’s eyes. “You are a psychopath and even though you try so much to hide it, it doesn’t change the fact that you are a blood-thirsty murderer who doesn’t care about anyone other than yourself” She muttered under her breath and in a way that no third party would hear our conversation.

I chuckled dryly. “I am waiting, you have two minutes to stab yourself. If you don’t stab yourself in the space of two minutes then I would do it myself. You damn well know that I don’t care for you or anything concerning you”

Connor ran towards Ka