She's strong, Lara. I know she is. She knows she is. She just... I think she hates that she is now.
She hasn't even cried. Not even when her wounds were disinfected. God, those wounds. I can't believe she's still alive! I'd have collapsed ages ago. And they're all my fault. Every bruise, scratch, cut, bullet wound, broken bone and burn is my fault. She keeps saying it isn't, that she got them before saving me, or that it was worth it.
Nobody's worth that much.
She says I kept her sane, kept her going.
I could have killed myself right there and then.
I had let myself get captured for god's sake! Yes, Lara got us there but we knew the dangers! We knew we were taking a risk! Still she blames herself, that's about the only emotion I can sometimes see breaking through those steel eyes; guilt.
It makes me want to slap her and hug her at the same time. Maybe bawl my eyes out on her shoulder too.
I don't deserve her.
She would hit me for even thinking that, heh. It'd sure be a nice change, angry Lara instead of stoïc Lara...
I miss her.
I miss the old us.