"Seriously… don't you think you overworks people too much? My magic is weaker than you, yet you keeps making me teleport back and forth so much. Traveling between the empire and here so often… I swear, sometimes I think you actually wants to kill me."
"That's possible. Maybe you stepped on some sort of landmine related to Del Delatia when you barged in. By the way, can we do something about Goa'uld's emperor constantly overworking people? Yesterday, he demanded we entertain him in the castle all day because he couldn't handle Del Delatia. Totally unreasonable."
Fenareth's eyes darkened as he recalled yesterday like a flashback, remembering how he had somehow managed to get through it.
Facing Del Delatia personally was, to be honest, incredible.
Just being allowed to stay nearby, simply being able to keep that presence in view, was a rare privilege.
And even though it wasn't exactly like old times, being able to speak to that being still made his heart race uncontrollably.
