There was an absolute silence as he grazed the scar, still silence as Vala met his eyes and didn't waver. Tears stained her hollow angular cheeks and the dark exhaustion shadows of her eye sockets. But Vala maintained a thin facade of no fear and coldness.

"Your power and riches aswell. All of it, I should never have let the Tok'ra take Qetesh from me, my life was miserable afterwards. But I want Daniel to live, I want him to see my glory and how I took it from him, I want the man who saw me as a thief to know that I stole that from him too, that my greed prevailed."

She wanted Daniel to hate her, not think she'd done this out of anything more than selfish need and survival. And she wanted Sobek to let him live when the time came. It was a long shot but she hoped her performance was convincing to both of them. Vala was terrified, terrified of her future and terrified of whether she was condemning him to death but it was her only shot and she had to take it.