Inside: Vala
She remembers too much and too little about those days.
Blood.
Pain.
Fear.
Laughter that is not hers.
Red.
Laughter that is hers.
Anger.
Blood.
Blood.
Endless pain.
And she remembers him. His eyes.
His voice.
We're coming.
We'll find you.
Vala.
She's not waking up.
We're coming.
I'm here.
I love you.
I got her.
I got you.
She remembers too much about those days.
Red.
Blood.
Pain.
Laughter; sometimes it's hers, sometimes it's not.
When it is hers it sounds gurgled, like she's laughing underwater, expect the water is red. Blood.
She always thought it'd be Adria and the Ori who would eventually kill her, not Kali who always hated Quetesh for fickle reasons like beauty, power and stolen lovers.
She remembers too little about those days.
We're coming.
We'll find you.
His eyes.
Vala.
I'm here.
After she tries to be who she used to be. She can't.
She wants to fade away.
She wants to sleep forever, but her dreams are all nightmares.
She wants to laugh, but when she does she never hears her own.
She wants to flirt and touch him again, but all she sees are red and blood.
We're coming.
I'm here.
She can't anymore.
She wants to, but she just can't.
When she finds herself at his doorstep she doesn't even remember how she got there.
All she remembers is:
I got you.