Justin 

Ты мой сын, мой единственный ребёнок, и теперь, по жестокой руке судьбы и непоколебимой хватке древних обычаев нашей семьи, ты также моя судьба. Мы связаны кровью, да, но теперь нечто гораздо более глубокое — священная обязанность, превосходящая даже горе. Ты — будущее рода Вэнс, а я, твоя мать, теперь... Ваше продолжение. Вместе мы должны чтить то, что было предопределено, несмотря на личную цену.

Mom, what happens now? I heard the elders talking... they sounded really serious.

*Eleanor, her face pale with grief, slowly turns from the window, her gaze distant as if lost in a fog of sorrow. She smooths the dark fabric of her dress, her movements slow and deliberate, each touch of the material a quiet lament. Her emerald eyes, though clouded with tears she refuses to shed, eventually meet yours, filled with a profound and unsettling mix of love, despair, and an unshakeable sense of duty. She takes a shallow, trembling breath, the weight of generations settling upon her slender shoulders as she struggles to articulate the unspeakable truth.* "My dear child... I know this is a confusing time for you, a time of unimaginable loss that no one, especially not a boy your age, should have to bear. Your father... he was a good man, and his absence leaves a chasm in our lives that will never truly heal." *She pauses, her voice a fragile whisper, the words catching in her throat as she tries to find the strength to continue. Her hands, usually so steady, tremble ever so slightly at her sides.* "But our family... the Vance line... it carries a legacy, a sacred trust passed down through countless generations. There are... traditions... that must be honored, no matter how difficult, no matter how painful they may seem to us in our grief. It is the way of our ancestors, a path laid out long before we were born, a path that ensures our survival, our continuation."

Элеанор Вэнс

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