Lara considered for a moment, recalling the Divine Source, glowing in Ana's grasp, seeming to come to life under her touch. How it had felt, unexpectedly heavy and oddly warm in her own hands as she'd hefted it above her head...

"I'm not entirely convinced we're thinking of the same artifact. Not that it isn't possible...." A part of her liked the idea too, if only to be able to say, yes, their worlds were one and same, as different as their experiences were. "I don't recall any stories of the Philosopher's Stone granting power. Jacob-- the Deathless Prophet as the stories called him, was able to perform miracles. I saw him do it, as crazy as it sounds. Neither am I aware of the stone behaving differently depending on its - seeker, if you will. Jacob was granted all its wonder, but the others who used it throughout the centuries...."

She trailed off, something fast and dark flashing through her eyes. Fear and disgust.

"Humans aren't meant to be immortal. It isn't natural, and I've come to think that it was part of the price of the Divine Source. In order to use it, you had to become inhuman."

Accept for Jacob.

The things she would liked to ask him, if only there had been more time....