Is this his subconscious' way of communication? It shouldn't have picked this memory, so desperate and so painful. It shouldn't have keyed itself to her. He leans into the contact, unwilling to look away.

"There was so much more we could have done." His voice sounds younger here, like it did on Abydos. Not so broken. Not so jaded. He remembers when he could count his deaths on a hand and put a cleanly cut memory to each one. "I was going to show you so much."