Both the statement itself and the ease with which Jesse said it caused even Errol's self-control to slip. He stared at Jesse, his eyebrows raising and his mouth dropped open for a few seconds until he composed himself. "That's horrible."
His coffee forgotten, he leaned forward. "You don't even know me. How can you just tell me that?" He shook his head. "How does someone do that to another person?" It was like a textbook example of Librian propaganda, but coming from the mouth of someone who'd experienced it. The depths of man's inhumanity to man.