If you looked at it in cold, hard, tactical terms, sure, it made sense to systemically take limbs out, like pulling wings off an insect, but Daniel wasn't ready to accept it. He couldn't believe he was listening her rationalize why violence first was the perfect answer. If only he could believe her completely when she said everyone else's safety was important, but he remembered how she was earlier, more concerned with nearly suffocating the man and then the lack of recording than everything else.

"He was down already!" Daniel's voice raised before he controlled it. "It wouldn't have taken much to tie him or knock him out. We both know that. When I got there, you weren't interested in questioning him, were you? That was only because I told you we needed him alive."

These men and women had killed innocents. He wasn't arguing it and he'd never condone it. But that didn't mean Stacy's crew turned into them just to fight these guys. Daniel couldn't pretend that they were automatons. It was like slaughtering and torturing humans that actually worshiped the Goa'uld. They were just as much slaves as the Jaffa, only they didn't realize it or they gloried in it. In some cultures, Daniel was sure they'd fight to the death for their gods. Willing to go any extreme for their faith. If Eva had her way, he supposed she'd lump them all in a group and what was it he heard before, 'kill them all, let God sort them out'? Actually it was more likely originally, Caedite eos. Novit enim Dominus qui sunt eius, but some things never went out of humanity's unconscious-

Daniel pushed himself away from the bars. He wanted to understand, at least try to make some sense of how pointless this was, but was finding this was the one language he couldn't piece together.

"You're troubled," he agreed. He didn't say 'vile'. Not vile, but Daniel didn't know what to think of her anymore."You need help. Not a jail cell."