She must have realized what he meant in the end. She would leave behind what she knew, but she had done it before. This time would be easier for her. Considering what Daniel knew of her personality, her words weren't unexpected. A last defiance, a dog tugging halfheartedly at the leash that had long been on it. If she thought he would kill show her the same treatment for her insolence as the others, she was mistaken.

The Crocodile God waited, unmoving, having fallen into the occasional, unnatural stillness that took him sometimes, and remained that way until she was close, then he abruptly moved, a blur of action. He caught her arm, the one that the Jaffa had injured, and with a single pull, had her against him and the blood chipping off him like dust and ash.

He put a hand on Vala's neck, where he would have her one day. It didn’t take much to let the metal of the hand device dig in, warningly, and easily hold her immobile. The God leaned in close, so close that Daniel inside squirmed with discomfort. Their foreheads pressed. His lips almost grazed Vala's as they looked into her eyes as Sobek spoke. Their voice was soft and intimate like a lover's.

"I want the memory of you doing it," Daniel's voice said. "Do it. For me."