"Makes sense," he says with a small nod. "Wish I'd thought to ask around when I was Ascended, get confirmation on the whole 'God' thing. Who knows, maybe I did and just can't remember." That sounds like the sort of thing Daniel would be ridiculous enough to think of. And the sort of thing the Others would scrub from his mind after.

Daniel should write a book. How to Take a Conversation From Genocide to Theological Musings in Five Seconds Flat. The prior discussion is still profoundly exhausting to even think about at this point, so Daniel takes a long, thoughtful look at his glass of rapidly cooling Irish coffee and the tired part of his brain makes a very poor snap decision. He goes ahead and drains the entire thing.