It Burns
It burns.
My anger threatens to consume me, and yet…I am tied to it. Lashed to it as to a funeral pyre.
The Atlanteans took me, tortured me, experimented on me, and when the experiment failed, they decided to kill me. When I remember that, it burns.
The Wraith considered me unclean, said the lingering stench of my humanity would never fade. When I remember how they rejected me, it burns.
The Wraith Queen at the cloning facility nearly crushed my child out of existence. When I remember that, the flames rise higher.
I hate them all…except one. The one who now carries my child. She is the only one who has ever tried to understand me. The only one willing to show compassion. The only one who…
No. I cannot bring myself to say it. I cannot allow myself to be hurt again.
To her, I am her worst nightmare. As she could well be mine. Her hate could kill me, could be the torch that sets me aflame and leaves me only a blackened shell.
But she understands this anger that binds me, that threatens to burn all that is good in me until I am nothing but ashes.
I am burning. I am in pain. I hate this…thing I am becoming, that shows no mercy and knows nothing of compassion.
If I call to her, if I touch her mind across the galaxy, will she come for me? If I show her the face of a friend, speak to her in the voice of a friend…will she help me? Will she save me from destroying myself?
Her people leave no one behind. I have to try.
Her love could set me free.