The horrific scene continued to play out and Vala could only watch in horror, unable to do anything to save these poor people. They can't possibly have done anything to deserve anything of this magnitude, they were just simple villagers. Farmers with children, young children who too had to look on in horror, cowering behind their elders as Sobek ripped open the bodies of simple farmers as if they were nothing more than cattle.

She should have stopped it, she'd have died trying but she should have stopped it. The idea that she could save Daniel from this had made her value these people's lives above him. The tears behind her eyes that she wouldn't dare to let spill stung as much as the baking dry heat on her back.

Qetesh had been brutal, but this was just sick, his hunger for power and control was tainted with a perversion she'd rarely seen in any Goa'uld. She had to stop herself thinking about Daniel and how he was dealing with this. With any luck these memories would be buried so deep he wouldn't recall them easily. She knew there were events her own mind wouldn't allow her to remember of Qetesh.

"Was that really necessary?" Sobek was walking past her and she dared to question him, even as her own side still bled and he was decorated in the blood of innocents. "You could have just killed them."