It's like the strings of a puppet being cut. Eva's shoulders slump. Her muscles go slack. She may not matter, but the others do. And her pride and stubbornness aren't worth hurting any of them over. Well, maybe John. But not the others. Not Jamie or Vala, and certainly not the Doctor.

For a moment she stares out at the bodies in front of her and it strikes her how war takes up such a tiny percentage of her life, and yet it's consumed her, body and soul. She, the weapon, the face of an empire, the lady of war. There's a piece of a man's ear in her teeth still.

Maybe if it hadn't been Daniel's voice she could have ignored it. But it was Daniel, somewhere deep in there, a victim of her stupidity and carelessness. And Sobek's using his voice to threaten the same fate for the others. She isn't worth the air she breathes, much less suffering on the backs of others.

Then she looks back at Sobek, relenting and yet still defiant.

"Ammit's dead and gone, Sobek. Torturing the others won't change that fact. And torturing me, well, I'm all but getting off on it." She licks her lips as if emphasizing that last point, or driving home what must have become Daniel's worst suspicions. "Just be satisfied with the answer that your worshippers don't respect your decrees, your guards are incompetent, and I deeply, truly, utterly and sincerely hate every centimeter of your slimy little body."