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asked:
*Typewryter stands stunned*
She is not my daughter?
*He closes the distance between them, standing inches from her face, his voice a menacing growl*
Don't. EVER. say that again.
I love that filly more than anything. I would die for her. I would kill for her. I would sacrifice all of equestria for her. There is NOTHING I love more than that filly. I did not father her, but I AM her Daddy. And she saw nothing, she was asleep in the caravan; too young to even remember them. She just learned yesterday that I'm not her real father. you know what she said? "I don't care, you're still my daddy".
She is my daughter.
I am her Father.
She is not my daughter?
*He closes the distance between them, standing inches from her face, his voice a menacing growl*
Don't. EVER. say that again.
I love that filly more than anything. I would die for her. I would kill for her. I would sacrifice all of equestria for her. There is NOTHING I love more than that filly. I did not father her, but I AM her Daddy. And she saw nothing, she was asleep in the caravan; too young to even remember them. She just learned yesterday that I'm not her real father. you know what she said? "I don't care, you're still my daddy".
She is my daughter.
I am her Father.
You done? Because as far as threatening goes, you’re about on par with the Easter Bunny compared to what I’ve lived through.
Do whatever you want to whatever you feel like calling her. She’s your responsibility, not mine. And whether you’re capable of telling it or, I’m trying to keep it that way.
Just go to her, and stay out of my life. That’s the bottom-line. That’s always been the bottom-line.