Up on the surface, Daniel and Sam sat together, waiting for Peace to finish searching the asteroid for their missing comrades.

Sam slowly peeled away from Daniel, taking off her jacket and laying it aside. Daniel watched her as she began to get very red in the face and fan herself.
"Did it get really hot all of a sudden?" she asked.

The minute she mentioned it, Daniel also felt a rush of scalding warmth begin at his feet and crawl upwards to his scalp.

They both began pulling at their clothes in the face of the relentless heat.

Daniel cried, "What's going—"

As he was speaking, a large white object emerged over the horizon and hurtled in the opposite direction from them.

Daniel and Sam crumpled in the moment it passed, but as soon as it disappeared to the far side of the asteroid, Sam felt the heat fade from her body. She glanced at Daniel. He was sighing and rubbing his eyes.

"Are you okay?" she asked him.

"Yeah," he replaced his glasses, "I'm... fine. What was that thing?"

Carter glanced after the object with a face full of concern. "It looked like Peace's life pod. I wonder what happened to generate all that heat."

"When she passed over us," Daniel supposed slowly, "It felt like suddenly all the blood in my body started boiling." He looked over at Sam in alarm. "You don't think she—"

Sam nodded gravely, "That just might be the case; and if she was already heated up when she passed us... I heard her crying about something, for a few seconds. Maybe we weren't her first victims."

"Jack and Teal'c!" Daniel leaped to his feet and took off running in the direction Peace had come from.

By the time Sam caught up with him, he was kneeling by the figures of both Jack and Teal'c, who had just begun to stir. Jack pressed a handkerchief to his bleeding nose, while Teal'c merely wiped the blood off his face as his symbiote had gone a long way to repairing the damage the dynamogenesis had done to his body.

"Daniel!" Jack gasped, clasping his friend's hand. "It wasn't her fault; Shevan tricked all of us."

"Are you all right, sir?" Sam asked.

Jack rubbed his forehead, "Nah, I'm fine. How's Teal'c?"

"I am well, Colonel O'Neill," the Jaffa answered.

"Where is Shevan now?" Daniel asked.

"The whereabouts of the deceiver are unknown," Teal'c answered. "Most likely he disappeared while we were unconscious."

Daniel raised his hand, "I'm all for leaving now, before something worse happens!"

"How do we get back?" Sam asked.

"My guess is Shevan must know something about it," Jack guessed, "He seemed pretty confident about getting away after getting us out of the way so he could go after Peace."

"Go after her?" Sam echoed in alarm, "Sir, we have to save her!"

Jack raised his hand, "We are not going anywhere just yet, Major, and we are most certainly not obligated to save someone who has nothing to do with us!" He turned back to the others. "I say let's search the area to find either Shevan or his ticket out of here. We stick together and we do this right, people, that's an order!" He stared pointedly at Sam.

She nodded reluctantly, "Yes sir," she replied, but without much conviction.

Daniel nudged a rock with his foot. To his surprise, it came away easily. He bent down to inspect the area once occupied by the rock.

"Hey guys," he cried, "Check this out!"

"What is it?" Sam joined him.

"I'm not completely sure," Daniel said, but I think it just might explain everything."

On another part of the asteroid, Peace's torment had subsided, but the guilt remained. She could not stop crying as images of Jack, Teal'c, and even Sam and Daniel lying dead on the surface of the asteroid confronted her sightless eyes.
She had done this! They were strangers to her, they had shown nothing but kindness, and this is how she relayed them: with torture crueler than earned punishment.

"You're nothing but a killer," the voice inside her head growled, "a killer—and an idiot for thinking that you would ever have the chance to be something different. People like you don't get second chances. You don't deserve them."

How many times had she told herself that she didn't deserve to live? And how many times had she dismissed the voice, saying that she did not deserve to die, either, because she never intentionally harmed anyone since her internment.
Peace knew that she could no longer cling to that status; she wasn't innocent anymore. She had blood on her hands.

"And who's to say it wasn't on purpose, either?" the voice continued. "You've wanted to be able to see for so long that you didn't even think twice about the cost of your desire."

"I'm a killer," Peace responded to the voice. "A selfish, murdering child!"

"That's right," the voice said, and Peace even felt an odd sort of vindication from her admission. "Chaos is all you ever were, and ever will be. You were never Peace."

"Wait, no!" Peace found it a bit odd to be arguing with her thoughts, but something about them felt out of place. She rationalized, "I have memories of my life before the Chaos; I remember some small things!"

"Hmm, yes," the voice mused, "a few pinpricks on the fingers. But you really don't know the truth, do you?"

"The truth?"

"Long ago, a reputable Senator on a distant planet wanted to cause the birth of a child genius; by a series of genetic tampering experiments, a child was born with all the markings of a brilliant intellect—and a terrible curse."

"The child—I was manufactured?"

"More than that; you were a colossal failure! Your own mother was sedated when you were born, and once they had severed your auditory and optical nerves, they shipped you off to a barren world where no one would find you."

"The Secrandans found me!"

"They did, and what thanks did you give them for rescuing you?"

Once again, the memory enveloped her senses, and Peace was back in the operating room, watching everyone die.
"No!" she screamed, "I didn't mean it!"

"Yes you did!" the voice snarled, "It's in your nature! It's all you've ever done!" There again, her new friends dying. All she'd ever seen of the world around her was death and destruction.

"It's all you've ever seen," the voice went on, "and all you'll ever know!"

Peace was too overcome to respond to this.

The voice continued in warm, hypnotic tones. "It would have been better if you had never been born."

"I should not exist, since everything I've ever done is so terrible, so destructive," the miserable young woman agreed.

"It would put things right if you were to end your own life."

"It would be right—oh!" Peace could not bring herself to say it. "But please," she begged, "There has to be some other way!"

The voice would not relent, "There is no other way! Now, say it!"

Peace repeated forlornly, "The only way put things right is to kill myself. I must put an end to Chaos."

"Do it," ordered the imperious voice.