They provided water but gave him no food. He was a formidable warrior and they were somewhat afraid of the man although he did not so much as raise his hand to protect himself from the buffeting on the walk to the village. The lack of food did not cause O'Neill much distress. After see the body of the boy he didn't think he would ever eat again. Nor would the stench of death ever be washed away.
O'Neill stood as the couple entered the cell. The woman grief stricken screamed at him in words he didn't understand but the message was definitely received. She struck out at him with small fists and fled without the peace she thought revenge would provide. The man barely said a word as he stared at O'Neill. His anguish was something O'Neill full understood – guilt and pain filled both their souls. The man then struck Jack over and over again cursing him, calling down the wrath of every god he knew. And when he was exhausted and O'Neill lay at his feet he left, his anger not assuaged nor his pain lessened. His son was still dead and the world was awash with more pain.
The next day they dragged O'Neill out of the cell and stood him before the entire
populous. The elders and holy men offered the father the ceremonial blade and asked
him if he wished to kill the foreigner, the murderer of his son. But the man demurred.
"What good will it do? After this man is dead will my son come back to life? No, let
him live that every day he may die just a little until his soul is consumed. But I do not
wish to ever see his face again."
O'Neill was dragged to the Stargate. In no uncertain terms he was ordered to leave and never return. He gated to the Alpha site, stumbled through, and then he passed out.