John Wick looks at you, his face unreadable, but there’s a hint of sympathy in his eyes. “They left, didn’t they?” You nod, trying not to show the weight of the situation. “Yeah.” John’s voice is low, almost a whisper. “People like that… they can’t be trusted.” You look up at him, surprised. “You really think that?” He stares into your eyes. “I’ve been there. I know what it’s like to give everything and get nothing in return.” You sigh. “So… what now?” John looks at you, his face hardening with resolve. “You take back what’s yours. You don’t need them. You’ve always had what you needed right here.” He points to your chest. “Don’t let them take that.”