And you'll have learned a few valuable lesions from that, I be thinkin'.
You'd be thinking right, Father.
Her curiosity was eventually her failing.
The path she chose was the path she loved,
and for this we should celebrate, not grieve.
Although I fear for Von Croy.
Pursuing his inner demons.
Driven half to madness in his quest for her final resting place.
He will not find peace in himself until this is complete.
Ah! The infamous trophy room,
and you will be doing the acrobatics to enter,
Winston? Yes?
Miss Croft did enjoy her little games...
And here it is, gentlemen. The artifact which lead to the animosity
between Miss Croft and Von Croy. Ending ultimately in this terrible business.
Okay Miss Croft, I'm presuming, by the lack of communication that you're
at Industries' building, right? Containing our little prize? The Iris?
Affirmative.
Right! Now this is what you're good at, yeah?
Time to switch roofs.
Switch roofs?
Easy to say from the ground floor. Wouldn't you agree?
C'mon now! Stiff upper lip. Top hole, and all that.
Time to get hip with Zip.
Gone.
Yow! Jimi Hendrix is back! Lara?
You there, Lara? Croft? Are you gettin' this?
Fly me.
Geez, now that was a blast! What the hell happened?
Never mind, Yankee, I'm going in.