Guidance. || Mirror: Scar
It was a stupid idea, terrible, but he'd already messed up so why not add onto it. Waiting until everyone else was asleep, Simba sat by the mirror trying to make his stomach stop twisting, stop hearing the echoes of angry shouts in his ear. He had to get over it, the past was the past, and there was nothing he could do to fix it. Fingers lightly passing over his shadowed reflection, Simba took a brief moment to try and talk himself out of it before hailing his uncle through the mirror and waited.



