Oct 22, 2005 16:21
Elizabeth is muttering in her sleep, obviously distressed.
i ni ce. Ne tε se bamanankan na kosεbε
"Vous ne pouvez pas voir qu'ils meurent? Vous les tuez"
Visions of starving children, being worked to death flash before her eyes. Their eyes are empty and lifeless as they look up at her, begging for her to do something. The children have been beaten, and the repatriation of just one child makes her tear up.
A man kene. Elle est malade. Elle a le paludisme
She's watching a little girl sleep fitfully in the throes of fever, whilst the foreman of the plantation stands there.
Suddenly his eyes glow, and she backs against the wall.
"Stay away from me."
He smiles, and she realizes that they're no longer in a hut in West Africa; instead, she's back on Atlantis.
"I have no need for you, Doctor Weir. Doctor Fraiser, however, will make an excellent queen," the Goa'uld says, his voice booming. "I am most confident she will be able to keep my slaves in line."
"No..."
She tries to move, but can't. She feels another presence behind her, and turns to see Charlie. A Charlie mutated by the Wraith bug. He picks her up by the throat, and she's choking.
"It's better for Atlantis this way," he says, almost sneering.
Elizabeth wakes up screaming.
[ooc: Mali's official language is French. The other language used is Bambara.
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