As Seth realises how hungry he is, he starts digging into the food a bit more quicker, despite how it's not very good, despite how he's felt permanently nauseous since he got to this universe. But he's currently locked up, with no idea how long that will last, no idea when the food will be taken away, or when more will be given to him.
The next bit of conversation this man - O'Neill judging by nametag (Irish, fancy that) - brings up makes Seth frown a bit.
"I tried," he answers, and he's been given plenty of time to contemplate this now, sat here in this room for ages, picking apart his own failings as a way to pass the time. "Not sure I did much good." Considering the fact Daniel is still unconscious.
He's not sure if this is the kind of thing he should be saying - he should probably argue for his worth and how he helped, convince them he's on their side, or at least not against them. But he can't really make himself brag about something that feels entirely undeserved.
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The next bit of conversation this man - O'Neill judging by nametag (Irish, fancy that) - brings up makes Seth frown a bit.
"I tried," he answers, and he's been given plenty of time to contemplate this now, sat here in this room for ages, picking apart his own failings as a way to pass the time. "Not sure I did much good." Considering the fact Daniel is still unconscious.
He's not sure if this is the kind of thing he should be saying - he should probably argue for his worth and how he helped, convince them he's on their side, or at least not against them. But he can't really make himself brag about something that feels entirely undeserved.