Why
couldn't he go?
He was the most qualified person for the job,
the only reason any of this was even happening was because he had
understood the true purpose of the gate.
He deserved this more
than anyone.
They
needed him there, in Atlantis.
He knew more about the Ancients
than anyone, he knew the language fluently, and that was the city of
the Ancients!
But Jack wouldn't let him go, never saying
why.
And so it gnawed at the edges of his mind, always there, a
sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Envy.