"More or less," he sighs. There's no immediate solution here, not for either of them. Though, granted, Daniel knows his situation is reversible - to some extent. He doesn't know what descending here would do to him, or, in the case that he succeeds, if there would be anything of the actual Daniel Jackson left. It's a marvel there's anything left of him as it is.

"Lucifer recommended that I, uh. Talk to you." He can't prevent the note of guilt that enters his voice as he admits it, and he gets the impression that someone flesh and blood would be shuffling their feet. "That's not why I came - that was, uh, that was actually an accident. But - I figured you should, you know. Know that."