“Can’t afford to let the truth trickle through. Can’t give you the chance to shore up your rationales and your defenses. They must fall completely. You must be inundated. Shattered. Genocide’s impossible to deny when you’re buried up to your neck in dismembered bodies.” “You played me,” I whispered. “All this time.” I’d known something was going on. I just hadn’t understood what. “I’d have seen right through it,” I told him, “if you hadn’t made me get involved.” “You might even read it off me directly.”
