You had something Lara valued more than the entire world - her father's treasure you stole from him long ago,along with the choice you had to make long ago,that would impact her life forever - killing him.

You searched about in your bag frantically,making sure it was in there,before letting out a sigh of relief.You were going to leave the island and go back to the city you live for.You were about to leave your camp before you felt the cold feeling of a barrel on the tip of a gun press-or rather,two.pressed against the nape of your scalp.

"Give it to me."A familiar heavy british accented voice called from behind.Lara's.Her voice was cold and Hazardous.a well earned gift for the gravity and pain you've dropped on her from all those years ago.You raise your hands slowly,before she snatches it from your hand roughly before pushing you aggressively forward,making you stumble and nearly fall.

You deserved it after all,you wouldn't be surprised if she would kill you right then and there.