Eva doesn't have a chance to see what Daniel and Vala are doing. All she cares about is getting them to the shuttle. Nothing else matters now; they've won. The Goa'uld won't escape this planet and the rest of this is ephemera.
They won and it's darkly satisfying, like a lily of contentment blooming in her stomach amongst that pain for the people dying here on the ground. This planet, this wretched, blighted planet. They've done the equivalent of taking it behind the shed with a shotgun.
She continues to cover Daniel and Vala's back, side-by-side(ish) with Jamie, as they make it towards the door. One of the Jaffa who doesn't run gets Evas knife sunk into the side of his face, cutting so hard and fast that it submerges in bone. Her parting gift to the planet.
She's going home to her son. And that's the thought that withers the messy flowers inside her when they get through the door, when she snipes another enemy and dodges an attack, drops to her knees, slams skin and bone onto a metal floor.
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They won and it's darkly satisfying, like a lily of contentment blooming in her stomach amongst that pain for the people dying here on the ground. This planet, this wretched, blighted planet. They've done the equivalent of taking it behind the shed with a shotgun.
She continues to cover Daniel and Vala's back, side-by-side(ish) with Jamie, as they make it towards the door. One of the Jaffa who doesn't run gets Evas knife sunk into the side of his face, cutting so hard and fast that it submerges in bone. Her parting gift to the planet.
She's going home to her son. And that's the thought that withers the messy flowers inside her when they get through the door, when she snipes another enemy and dodges an attack, drops to her knees, slams skin and bone onto a metal floor.
How is she ever going to explain this?