"Look, I -" He pauses, nibbling at his lip. He doesn't want to ask this of Seth - he shouldn't have to ask it of anyone.

"I don't want you to have to do this. I don't."

Neither did he plan on killing anyone when SG-1 made first contact, a simple routine mission. He hadn't wanted that either. He'd had every peaceful intention in mind when he stepped through that gate, again and again, in an attempt to fix a problem he helped create.

"But the fact is, you can - you can move where other people can't. You can, technically, be immune to weapons fire for a short time. Can't you?"