She was goa'uld.
She knelt to jaffa, knelt so she could live. Continued to tend the nameless queen who lived at the heart of this hidden temple, said nothing as the paeans of praise to Ra were torn from the walls and destroyed.
Their dependence on primta was a binding they could not escape. The goa'uld had never shared what a queen needed to spawn without destroying herself in the process, never trusted the jaffa to hold the keys to their future. Her death would doom the queen.
Weighed with her submission, it kept her alive.
She was still goa'uld.
