AN: I've had a few reboot!Lara muses bumbling around my head lately. This short thought was caused by her.
The rain fell loudly on the roof, a crash of lightning causing Lara to wake. Her chest heaved as the room filled with light for a moment, looking around to check her surroundings.
She wasn't on the island where her friends died, where she killed, where she barely survived.
Instead, she was in her bedroom, awake during the middle of a thunderstorm that triggered her PTSD. There was no doubt she had survivors guilt, especially after losing another father. Roth.
She coughed, throat tightening as the sound of rain became soothing again.
She was a survivor, built from blood and fire.