VSt: Want to handcuff me?

Sh. St: If my son is still here... If there's a part of him standing here in front of me... Then he will put these on willingly and will come with me because he knows... I'm here to protect him. From himself... And from others.

Sh. St: You're not my son...

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Sh. St: argent listen to me don't do this!

Mr. Chr. Arg: Why not? I've done it before! Werewolves, berserkers... I can easily add a nogitsoune into the list!

Sh. St: You're not gonna shoot my son!

Mr. Chr. Arg: You said it yourself sheriff. That's not your son...

Sh. St: Put it down! Put it down!

VSt: Dad, he's gonna shoot me... He's gonna kill me dad!

Mr. Chr. Arg: Don't listen.

Sh. St: No, you listen, YOU PUT THE GUN DOWN NOW!

VSt: Pull the trigger come on... shoot me!

Sh. St: No you put it down!

VSt: SHOOT ME!!!

Sh. St: NO WHY DON'T YOU PUT IT DOWN!

Al: Strife...

Al: Dad, stop this is what he wants... this is exactly what he wants!

VSt: Not exactly. I kinda wish to Scott was here... But I'm glad you'll have your guns out. Cuz you're not here to kill me... Here to protect me.