"Tell you," he repeated with a sharpened edge to his voice. "Tell you what, exactly? What it's like to live in this place? To exist in squalor and filth and be treated like less than an animal? To watch your loved ones wither and waste away, to see the light of hope go out of their eyes before they see no more? To be poked and prodded and cut apart to see how your insides work? To have all you love destroyed while you are helpless to do anything about it? Hate does that. Only hate."