23.Quiescent
I only hear the snake in my dreams now. Nightmares is a better word - those I have every time I sleep. I no longer wake screaming, as I've grown accustomed to the sights and sounds of horror and depravity.
I have put them to rest.
It was not me that did these things. I know that.
I've dusted off my life and move through it whole again.
I no longer sleep on satin sheets.
And I no longer kill for pleasure.
I kill because I must, and when it is a Goa'uld – because I want to.
Then I enjoy myself.