"What do you care?" he demanded.

She turned and gave him a cold look. "As it happens, I like this one," she said easily. "She's fun. And after all, Pysche's insane, Medea's just too maternal, and, well," she said with a wicked grin, "some of them just attract too much attention, don't they?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Nothing you need concern yourself with. Not yet, anyway. The Others are quite capable. You be more concerned with letting this little girl heal herself."

"Heal herself?" Daniel repeated incredulously. "You're controlling her mind!"

A serious, almost worried look passed over her face. "Oh, no, dear," she said quietly. "I'm not controlling her mind. That isn't me at all." She stepped over to stand in front of him and pulled his chin down so that he was looking at her. "Whatever you think of me, rest assured that I am selfish and evasive. So, it's difficult but necessary that I be blunt now."

Daniel snorted. "Right. You'll just come out and say it," he muttered.

"You know it's impossible for two minds to inhabit a body indefinitely," she continued, ignoring him. "And your girl's mind was created to be replaced. She is a shell. She isn't strong enough to fight off Andromache on her own."

"She seems to have done fine so far," he pointed out easily.

"That was before you broke the barrier," she retorted. "Andromache's will to survive is unimaginable- she is power and consciousness without a soul. If you stand in her way, she will think nothing of getting rid of you."

"Like a Goa'uld?'

"Worse because her power comes from herself."
"And what about that floating girl who keeps yelling at me?"

She smiled thinnly. "I must take responsibility for her. The girls' actual soul cannot rest or move on until no others exist. I wrongly gave her some free rein because she was annoying the hell out of me. And I know you're thinking that I'm lying and that Andromache isn't as bad as I keep saying, but you have no idea how bad these copies go when they're left to go bad."

"How bad?"

"Have you met Baal and Nirrti?" He nodded slowly. "Combine them and you're almost there."

"How do you know?"

She sighed and sank regally down into the chair. "I have spent too much time with them."

"What are you talking about?"

"If you immediately know the candle light is fire, then the meal was cooked long ago."

Daniel sat down on the edge of the bed. "You sound like you understand that."

She nodded. "I do. And I must warn you this is where the story becomes unpleasant for you."

He snorted. "Because it's all sunshine and giggles now."

"This is worse. Particularly since it appears you and your friends view this shell as family." Daniel glared and she nodded grimly. "Which is excalty why you feel you must know."

"Spit it out already."

With a steady gaze she said, "Andreya does not have a soul."