"What'd she say?"

"You do not speak the ancient tongue?" Gre'lac stared at Jack, surprise clearly written on his face.

"Nope. Daniel's the linguist of the group."

"What is this...linguist?"

"The person who knows all the languages...the one who...OH DAMN!...Daniel speaks for us." Their attention returned to the priestess who now held one of the handguns.

"This is a weapon of death is that correct?" Gre'lac translated.

"Yep." Jack nodded, pushing away an all too familiar memory of just what one of those could do in the wrong hands. "Be extremely careful with that thing."

"You are a warrior and leader. You wish to stop the pain of the one called Daniel Jackson?" Carrying the weapon, Kylan moved towards Jack. Knowing he didn't understand, Gre'lac had refused to translate further, forcing her to speak their language.

"Of course." There was a malicious aura about the priestess that set Jack's teeth on edge. The pleasure she took in torturing his friend shone clearly in her eyes. The guard's weapons were turned on Jack as Kylan placed the gun in his hand. "Use this."

Horrified Jack automatically stepped back, shaking his head in denial. Kill Daniel? She was crazier than any Gou'ald they'd ever run across.

"You wouldn't happen to be related to a red-haired bitch named Hathor would you?"

"I know not of whom you speak but if you wish to release your friend you will do as I instruct."

"Ja'k...no..." He coughed, blood splaying from his lips. The barely audible words were the first spoken by Daniel since O'Neill and Gre'lac had entered the chamber.

"You really expect me to kill my friend?"

"Daniel Jackson is not the sacrifice." A sweep of her arm drew his attention to the small child, standing a few feet from Daniel. No more than five years old, enormous innocent blue eyes peeked at him from under silky black hair. Blue eyes so much like Daniel's.

"The one called Daniel refuses. He prefers the pain." Lowering her voice, only Jack heard her next words. "I think he enjoys it."

"You are one sadistic bitch!"

"Do it and your friend will no longer suffer." Jack's eyes met Daniel's. Brown eyes full of anguish at what his friend had already suffered. Anguish at what he was being asked to do to stop that suffering. Blue eyes full of pain and...trust. Trust in Jack to do the right thing. There was no question. Even if he could bring himself to perform the act requested by the insane woman standing before him; even if they were freed to walk away, the suffering would never end for either of them. Pulling the trigger would condemn them both to a living hell.