19.Hunger
I refuse to hear his screams. I refuse to hear his cries. He is not Jack. He is what remains of that evil parasite.
The Tok'ra say it is gone, but it can't be.
If it is gone, where is he? Where is Jack? He can't be gone as well.
For who is now left to inhabit this shell that writhes upon the floor, that curses and shouts.
And begs.
It is not Jack.
He would not beg.
He reaches out to me and this time I do not turn away.
I hold him as he shakes.
Until it's over.