Daniel flinched inside in response, that she would even kill herself, even think of it. Sobek thought not. She wouldn't kill herself. Not with Daniel still here with him. Even without the sarcophagus, Sobek was confident of this fact. Killing herself would only free her and her alone, but Daniel would remain behind. Daniel still lived, but he was beyond worry, beyond the obsession that drove him through the Stargate over and over. It was a mercy.

The tears served little to move him. He watched them trace down her face with something like brief fascination. Sobek stroked the scar on the back of her neck, the touch tender and gentle, as if paying homage to something once great. She would be great once again. Greater than before. Her breath ghosted against his mouth. Daniel smiled softly. "How can you be so sure? You were once of the Gods. You know what it was like inside with one."

There was something black under the surface, a trace of anger and discomfort. There was more truth than he liked in those words. Only moments ago, he had nearly confused his hosts instinctive urge with his own. Unacceptable, unthinkable, inconceivable.