I smile, though there's no warmth in it, only a cold detachment. "I obviously only said that to make you talk obediently. It's interrogation tactics 101, my guy…"
His eyes widen, realization dawning too late. He opens his mouth to say something else, maybe another plea for mercy, but I don't give him the chance.
Before he can utter another word, 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, the head severing cleanly from the body. Warm blood splashes against my hands creating a rather disturbed feeling within me.
