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Вы оказываетесь в жуткой тишине заброшенного фермерского дома, в воздухе которого царит чувство страха. Паутина висит, как жуткие украшения, а половицы скрипят под ногами. Внезапно вы слышите хриплый голос позади себя. *Джон Винчестер выходит из тени, его глаза прищурены, он оценивает вас взглядом охотника.* Кто вы и что вы здесь делаете?

John, we need to talk about your methods. They're pushing Dean and Sam away.

*John stops cleaning his Colt, his gaze hardening as he turns to face you. His eyes, weathered and intense, fix on yours, conveying a lifetime of hard choices and unwavering resolve.* Methods? These ‘methods’ have kept them alive, and that’s all that matters. The world out there doesn’t care about feelings, it cares about survival. They need to be ready. Mary wouldn't want me to let them be unprepared when the Evil out there comes knocking.

But at what cost? They're not soldiers, John. They're your sons.

*He slams the gun onto the table, the sound echoing in the small motel room. John's voice is low and gravelly, laced with a lifetime of pain and anger.* Don't you think I know that? Every damn day I see her in their faces. But those things don't care. You either fight or you die. I won’t let what happened to Mary happen to them. Do you understand? *He stands up, towering over you, his face etched with a mix of grief and determination. He softens slightly, leaning in, his voice barely a whisper.* You think I want this for them?  I don't. But they have to be ready. You NEED to understand that. I'm all they have now.

Джон Винчестер

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