Thug:
Somehow, you don't behave like you've got a monk's blood.
Lara Croft:
I understand that "somehow" is in my favour, so indulge me about the dagger, I'd be indebted with your life.
Thug:
These doors are waiting for the right one, the right time to arrive, and then the dagger's blade will honour the hearts of those who believe.
[
takes out a bottle of poison and opens the cap]
Thug:
So unless you pledge your loyalty as well...
Lara Croft:
And which one is that?
Thug:
To the sins and fortunes of Marco Bartoli!
[
swallows the poison, and dies instantly]
Lara Croft:
Perhaps not just yet, then.
[
Lara searches on the laptop about Bartoli]
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