A Father's Pleas

Marolyt's expression was furious. He really wanted to kill little rat, but he knew his daughter would never let him into her sight ever again.

He took a deep breath and finally let the little sack of shit go.

"Cough... Cough..." Leguna gasped and coughed for a good minute, clutching his neck.

"Just go..." Marolyt's voice was cold, dark, resentful, it even hid a trace of deep hatred, but it as also resigned, hopeless, and not a little self-loathing, especially at the fact that he as a father can not even ensure his daughter's man will treat her properly, and value her the way she ought to be.

"No," Leguna rasped through his still-recovering throat, "I won't let you hurt Eirinn."

"Do you want me to kill you?!"

"No I don't, but I won't let you hurt Eirinn!" Legua shouted, stumbling to his feet.

"Eirinn! Eirinn! All you ever...

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