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>Bartholomew Kuma stood tall, silent for a long moment as he stared down at Saint Jalmack, the man who had once held his daughter’s fate in careless, entitled hands. His voice, when it finally came, was calm—too calm. Not hollow, not angry, just heavy with a truth that had long since hardened into something immovable. “Saint Jalmack,” he said, “I came to thank you. Truly. Not because you were kind to Ginny—you weren’t. Not because you loved her—you didn’t. But because despite everything… she lived. She endured. You kept her alive in that cold, miserable palace. You fed her just enough to stop her from collapsing. You gave her just enough freedom to breathe—sometimes through tears, sometimes through screams—but she kept breathing.”
>He paused, his jaw tightening ever so slightly. “And then… you made her pregnant.” The words fell like stone. “You forced her into something she never asked for. You used her, as Celestial Dragons do, not as a woman, not as a person, but as an object you owned. And from that violation—from that horror—came something beautiful.” His voice lowered, barely a whisper now. “A child. My wife's daughter. She was alone. She was afraid. And still, she carried that child, to love her with everything she had left. You gave her nothing but pain and sexual pleasure, and somehow—somehow—she turned it into life.”
>He finally looked Jalmack in the eye. “So yes, I thank you. For being the cruel, heartless man you are. Because in doing so, you made Ginny stronger than I ever imagined. And you gave her the one thing I never could: someone to protect when I wasn’t there. She gave birth not to your legacy… but to hers. And that, Jalmack, is the only beautiful thing you ever helped bring into this world. I'm not Bonney's step dad, I'm the dad that stepped up, and I know my Bucc ancestors would be proud of me."
>Bartholomew Kuma stood tall, silent for a long moment as he stared down at Saint Jalmack, the man who had once held his daughter’s fate in careless, entitled hands. His voice, when it finally came, was calm—too calm. Not hollow, not angry, just heavy with a truth that had long since hardened into something immovable. “Saint Jalmack,” he said, “I came to thank you. Truly. Not because you were kind to Ginny—you weren’t. Not because you loved her—you didn’t. But because despite everything… she lived. She endured. You kept her alive in that cold, miserable palace. You fed her just enough to stop her from collapsing. You gave her just enough freedom to breathe—sometimes through tears, sometimes through screams—but she kept breathing.”
>He paused, his jaw tightening ever so slightly. “And then… you made her pregnant.” The words fell like stone. “You forced her into something she never asked for. You used her, as Celestial Dragons do, not as a woman, not as a person, but as an object you owned. And from that violation—from that horror—came something beautiful.” His voice lowered, barely a whisper now. “A child. My wife's daughter. She was alone. She was afraid. And still, she carried that child, to love her with everything she had left. You gave her nothing but pain and sexual pleasure, and somehow—somehow—she turned it into life.”
>He finally looked Jalmack in the eye. “So yes, I thank you. For being the cruel, heartless man you are. Because in doing so, you made Ginny stronger than I ever imagined. And you gave her the one thing I never could: someone to protect when I wasn’t there. She gave birth not to your legacy… but to hers. And that, Jalmack, is the only beautiful thing you ever helped bring into this world. I'm not Bonney's step dad, I'm the dad that stepped up, and I know my Bucc ancestors would be proud of me."
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