Sobek's fingers curled, the metal tips poised above the sealed entry points, as if considering whether to reopen up the old scar.

Daniel would certainly not call him a God, but he had also been faced by how old the Goa'uld race was and all the history behind it. What Sobek himself had done during his reign, before the imprisonment. So much of it, and so many species ruled. Maybe not a God, in Daniel's mind, but close, something horrible and brutal, but, and Sobek's mind colored Daniel's, something completely magnificent. They had only been rivaled by the Ancients, but the Ancients seemed dead and buried, leaving relics behind.

Sobek's head tilted, pupils reduced to black pinpricks, making Daniel's face look almost avian in the light as he considered what she said. His curiosity had been piqued. He would allow her this game. "And what is your motivation, Vala? 'Your own survival, to hell with everyone else'? It was in your file. Something to that effect anyway."