Kasimierz merely looked up at the ceiling and listened to the thwang of the crossbow, the gut-wrenching noise of two foreign objects entering human flesh, the collapse of the body. Another unproven soul, wasted in the futile proof of another, was the thought that crossed his mind. He did not voice this thought, knowing full well that the futile proof could have been his own lifeless corpse. Still, he wondered, Did the benefit of the proof outweigh the cost of lost potential?
"Things will not calm down, Daniel Jackson. They will, in fact, calm up."
