Guidance. || Mirror: Scar
“You have a choice, Simba,” he was seen to offer ever so genuinely. If the boy merely chose to abdicate and stayed out of Scar’s way, he might just survive, the King thought. “Yes well our darling Nala always has been too stubborn for her own good, rest assured I’ll do what needs to be done. The casualties end with your father. She won’t like what I may have to do to keep her here, but it’ll save her life. She can hate me all she wants if that is the price I must pay to keep her safe,” he sighed, as if it pained him. “Make sure to stay that way, mm? Nothing reckless.”
"I don't see how, it's not like I can stop being my father's son..." Simba muttered, a fresh wash of guilt rolling through him, memories that he'd rather stay tucked far and in the back of his mind threatening to come to the fore. The assurances helped, because there was an almost two ton weight worth over the panic Nala must have felt when he couldn't be found, smiling at his uncle to show his appreciation for taking care of the things Simba could now. "Well, I can't promise I won't be reckless, I mean where's the fun in that? But I'll make sure to keep myself in one piece until everything's all settled."












