So you beat me. Well done, Lara.
Look at you. Blowing the smoke from your guns while their bullets are still warm in my flesh. Looking around for means of escape...the whole place is collasping, and now you have to get out. Get back to your English mansion with your Butlers and Maids and whatever else you have.
I'm not saying you're wrong. I know I'm the 'bad girl', the evil one. I know the paper's headlines tomorrow; 'Brave Archeologist Lara Croft defeats Evil Atlantean Natla'. You'll be the good guy, the victor, the one that won. While I lay here, dead, under the crumpled heap that was Atlantis. My home.
Yes, you're climbing now. I can see you. My eyes are still working, though my vision is hazy. I'm not dead yet.
But do you really think you've won? Do you think that, at the end of all this, YOU are the one walking away with the prize? The prize of what, Lara? A destroyed nation, a shattered Scion...just memories for you now. They won't be memories for me. They are here, now, swallowing me whole.
Do you really think you've won?
Think about it. You've got the buzz. You've had a taste of magic, and now you want to see more. Reach down into the well of myths and snatch out what you can. Seek and find and prove their existance. Win.
You have to suffer, though, Lara. You're gonna be the one that takes the bullets, the one that bears the pain, the suffering. You'll be the one the world depends on. And if you die, you'll die feeling loss. Loss, because you didn't win that battle! You didn't win!
I don't feel loss. I know that I've done everything I wanted to. Controlled a Continent. Created a new generation. I've even flew!
You're going to endure more pain than me. You're going to murder more, hurt more, destroy more than I've EVER done. And you're telling me you're good? Ha. I doubt it.
I've enjoyed working with you, Miss Croft. You won the Battle. I won the War. I got to die, and you have to live.
There you go, escaping Atlantis forever. Leaving me. My last view of you as you make that final jump. My last view.
And so I die with you on my brain.
Goodbye Lara Croft.
Look at you. Blowing the smoke from your guns while their bullets are still warm in my flesh. Looking around for means of escape...the whole place is collasping, and now you have to get out. Get back to your English mansion with your Butlers and Maids and whatever else you have.
I'm not saying you're wrong. I know I'm the 'bad girl', the evil one. I know the paper's headlines tomorrow; 'Brave Archeologist Lara Croft defeats Evil Atlantean Natla'. You'll be the good guy, the victor, the one that won. While I lay here, dead, under the crumpled heap that was Atlantis. My home.
Yes, you're climbing now. I can see you. My eyes are still working, though my vision is hazy. I'm not dead yet.
But do you really think you've won? Do you think that, at the end of all this, YOU are the one walking away with the prize? The prize of what, Lara? A destroyed nation, a shattered Scion...just memories for you now. They won't be memories for me. They are here, now, swallowing me whole.
Do you really think you've won?
Think about it. You've got the buzz. You've had a taste of magic, and now you want to see more. Reach down into the well of myths and snatch out what you can. Seek and find and prove their existance. Win.
You have to suffer, though, Lara. You're gonna be the one that takes the bullets, the one that bears the pain, the suffering. You'll be the one the world depends on. And if you die, you'll die feeling loss. Loss, because you didn't win that battle! You didn't win!
I don't feel loss. I know that I've done everything I wanted to. Controlled a Continent. Created a new generation. I've even flew!
You're going to endure more pain than me. You're going to murder more, hurt more, destroy more than I've EVER done. And you're telling me you're good? Ha. I doubt it.
I've enjoyed working with you, Miss Croft. You won the Battle. I won the War. I got to die, and you have to live.
There you go, escaping Atlantis forever. Leaving me. My last view of you as you make that final jump. My last view.
And so I die with you on my brain.
Goodbye Lara Croft.