Robert Kinsey was an empty man, now.
He was in the bunker when the Aschen bombed Washington in retaliation for the rebel attacks. The room only existed at the insistence of Colonel O'Neill and Kinsey was not unaware of the irony of the Colonel's obstinacy saving his life. When it was over and the news was spread properly again, Kinsey saw himself doubly damned, but by then it was too late to care.
He had been in the bunker, yes, but there hadn't been time to get his family. The Aschen had fired from space, as O'Neill said they would, using their own weapons platforms against them. The rebels were long gone, but the people remained, and it was the people that died. It was his family that died.
Robert Kinsey was an empty man, now. He gave his family in service to a country that saw him as a traitor.
And now he knew he was.
And
Once, she had been a ruler of worlds, a giver of life. Once, she had stood tall and pround and confused and scared in the face of her enemies. Once, she had been a goddess, a mother.
And now she was stuck on this god forsaken ship with these Earth People, and she was going out of her skull with everything.
Did her daughter massacre planet upon planet while they floated here in this bubble of time? Did Ba'al take planet after planet in an effort to stop them? Would Carter figure it out and reset them? Or would she merely find a way to get them out and then they would have to deal with what they'd missed while they were in hiding?
Had she known the years that stretched before her in this limbo, how, once again, her life would not be her own, how her happiness would be taken from her in the end, she would have taken her chances with the 302s.