Daniel slid down to sit on the edge of an empty pod behind him. "Goa'uld," he repeated, unconsciously emphasizing the pronunciation for Jara's benefit. "Y-yes, I think so. Maybe."
He buried his head in his hands and just listened to Jara talk. He tried to get the scene he'd just witnessed out of his head. It didn't work at all. That image of Jara as a host, every host, Sha're and Skaara was playing over and over across his eyelids, and he just knew that he was going to be seeing this every time he lay down to sleep. The Hork Bajir was a master of non verbal communication in ways the Tau'ri couldn't even begin to approach.
Eyes closed, Daniel tried to concentrate and get his breathing back in order. Jara's words flit in and out, ungainly and rough after that dance, and he had to focus to make out just what he was talking about. Something about the 'Arn', but he was too distressed to wonder what it was. It slid over him like a wave passing. Both he and his wife had been hosts, they'd made a break for it, had a child, maybe the first Hork Bajir born free of slavery. Something about DNA and a harvest.. They'd started a rebellion, and like the Jaffa, were trying to free themselves...
Daniel's mind kept going back to that display. All those hosts, Sha're and Kendra. All conscious and aware of every single thing the Goa'uld forced them to do, maybe even every single moment without rest. The enormity of the violation hadn't fully hit him until now.
He was so stupid. Daniel knew what she was going through. Sort of. You could guess, sort it out. Intellectually you could figure it out but to see that representation of it, everything behind it. The only way it could have hit him harder was to become a host himself.
Daniel was coming close to losing it. It wasn't going to do anyone any good if he did, least of all Sha're or SG-1. He swallowed, took a deep breath, and tried to school himself back into somewhere he could be more useful. He felt Jara's hand settle on his shoulder. Daniel kept himself hidden behind his hands for a few seconds longer before finally returning the contact. Reaching up, he gave Jara a pat across the knuckles.
He sat up straighter a moment later, dropping his hands back onto his lap. He needed to get his act together. Try and be useful here, he thought.
Daniel's voice wavered faintly when he did speak. It got stronger as he went on. "So you were able to make that decision to rebel even when you were a host. How did you trick your Goa'uld into it? Did you find one of these?"
He reached out, and on the condensation of the pod surface, drew a simple shape.
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He buried his head in his hands and just listened to Jara talk. He tried to get the scene he'd just witnessed out of his head. It didn't work at all. That image of Jara as a host, every host, Sha're and Skaara was playing over and over across his eyelids, and he just knew that he was going to be seeing this every time he lay down to sleep. The Hork Bajir was a master of non verbal communication in ways the Tau'ri couldn't even begin to approach.
Eyes closed, Daniel tried to concentrate and get his breathing back in order. Jara's words flit in and out, ungainly and rough after that dance, and he had to focus to make out just what he was talking about. Something about the 'Arn', but he was too distressed to wonder what it was. It slid over him like a wave passing. Both he and his wife had been hosts, they'd made a break for it, had a child, maybe the first Hork Bajir born free of slavery. Something about DNA and a harvest.. They'd started a rebellion, and like the Jaffa, were trying to free themselves...
Daniel's mind kept going back to that display. All those hosts, Sha're and Kendra. All conscious and aware of every single thing the Goa'uld forced them to do, maybe even every single moment without rest. The enormity of the violation hadn't fully hit him until now.
He was so stupid. Daniel knew what she was going through. Sort of. You could guess, sort it out. Intellectually you could figure it out but to see that representation of it, everything behind it. The only way it could have hit him harder was to become a host himself.
Daniel was coming close to losing it. It wasn't going to do anyone any good if he did, least of all Sha're or SG-1. He swallowed, took a deep breath, and tried to school himself back into somewhere he could be more useful. He felt Jara's hand settle on his shoulder. Daniel kept himself hidden behind his hands for a few seconds longer before finally returning the contact. Reaching up, he gave Jara a pat across the knuckles.
He sat up straighter a moment later, dropping his hands back onto his lap. He needed to get his act together. Try and be useful here, he thought.
Daniel's voice wavered faintly when he did speak. It got stronger as he went on. "So you were able to make that decision to rebel even when you were a host. How did you trick your Goa'uld into it? Did you find one of these?"
He reached out, and on the condensation of the pod surface, drew a simple shape.