She knows why it's hard. The truth is always hard; hopes and dreams are easier managed when you have just the right amount of facts and just the right amount of wiggle room, enough to say 'it doesn't have to be this bad', 'mine will be the exception', 'if I don't know what it really looks like it's not really there'. The grown-up equivalent of covering your eyes at the monster in the closet.

It's hard to ignore the monster in the closet when they buy you lambic and ask you about your marriage.

Not for the first time, she wonders if she is worth the weight she drags into Daniel's life, all that harsh reality she pulls into his life. She knew, of course, that he had lost someone to the Goa'uld. She just hates to rip open that wound.

She is one of the ship's greatest resources on infestation and slavery, and simultaneously the most difficult to talk to about it. Either her own temper flares up in the way, or the sheer horror of the situation brings out the defensive walls in others.

She can't really blame Daniel for clinging to the last of his hopes and shields. And for all she knows, maybe Sha're really will be the one in a million that does better. She doubts it.

"So," she finally says. "How was the weather on Galilee?"