He looked at the woman and grinned. "What's the point of life" he asked her. With a gulp his physiatrist shakes her head. "Some" he paused tilting his head to the side. He grins as he notices everyone looking so on edge. "Some would say 'live life to the fullest'". He snickers and rolls his eyes. "Bunch of shit if you ask me". "Go on" the woman says forcing a small smile. He nods thoughtfully. "Others would say 'be the best you possible!'" Another eye roll. "What about you" the woman asks. He glares at her "I was getting there". "My apologies" she nods. "Theres also the 'live to you die' type" he grumbles. His smile had slipped away and was replaced with a scowl. The look showing his irritation with the woman. "It just depends on how you see life" he continues. "Your perspective" one of the officers in the room asks. He turns his head slowly and smiles wickedly. "Exactly" he says and smiles. "Are you optimistic" he says, turning back to the woman. "Are you pessimistic" he proceeds. "How does that song go" he asks himself. He hums softly, then grins "oh yes". "If you glass half full or is it half empty" he speaks. "Some people are so cynical they can't even see a glimmer of sunshine, happiness, love" he rolls his eyes. "All they know, see feel, is loneliness, pain, and darkness" he says his voice raising. "They can't feel even the simplest of emotions" the woman says and nods. He jerks at his restraints. "Those emotions their children, wives, husbands never get from them" he growls. He glares harder "Guilt! Compassion! Empathy" he shouts. Why wouldn't that woman shut up! He grins finally calming down. "What do you call someone without a conscience" he asks softly gripping her neck in his hand. She claws at his hand. With a soft laugh, he snaps her neck. "A sociopath" he says. "A fucking sociopath" he yells as they restrain and sedate him.