I'm always cold lately.
Himeko's soul... God, she was as cold as death itself. So cold the blizzard around me felt like a light summer breeze.
Some part of me wonders if I really didn't die there. Frozen to death before Himeko could sink her claws into my soul. Hit by a stray bullet as Lara fought Mathias.
Whenever she looks at me it's like she's looking through me, you see. Like I'm not there. She doesn't smile anymore, not even with relief when she sees I'm safe like she used to.
I wonder if Himeko took a piece of Lara's soul too when she jumped between me and that horrible abomination of a body.
But I guess I won't know until she's ready to talk. Being her, I'm not sure I'd ever be.
All I can do is care for her, smile for her, live for her, and wait for that spark to come back in her eyes.