She'd wanted to storm out after that, walk away and leave him hurt. He should hate her for playing him for a fool and openly admitting it to his face as if it amused her. She'd all but told him she'd taken his good nature and used it slap him in the face for her entertainment. She should have known better. Doctor Daniel Jackson, always seeing the best in her, always with the chances she didn't deserve. Chances that she's been grateful for in the past, but now damn it...

"No." Vala glared at him, despite the fact that a tear had spilled over now. But she had decided that maybe standing still would work better, face him down without falling around the room like a stupid drunk. "See, you don't know me. I'll take that fresh start and I'll... I'll just use it to hurt you," Vala's voice croaked the words out, "I'll implicate you in something, let you take the blame, steal from you. I have no idea what, but there'll be something Daniel. Trust me."

Vala turned and looked at the wall beside her for a good few seconds wondering where to go from here, there was nothing of note on it, she just couldn't look at him. She had no truths she could share. Sha're was dead and he was still living in hope. A hope that could never match up to her own hopes, and one she couldn't take away from him. She closed her eyes briefly, pushing her jawline down in resignation as she shook her head hopelessly. This wasn't going to work, and somehow she knew she was just going to have to learn to deal with this.