12.Restraining
The Goa'uld is puzzled by the gaps in his memories. I wall him in more often now, but only when I am alone.
I am not alone enough.
It is a room built of pain and anguish, each brick laid beside another until I can't be seen. It began in Germany, grew fast in Iraq, and reaches tall heights with each Goa'uld I meet and each death I experience. Now it almost touches the sky and digs its way into the foundations of my soul.
Once it was both my refugee and my prison.
Now it is a fine trap for snakes.