AN: Just a quick idea of what might have been going through Scar's head when he killed Mufasa.Please R&R.

Scar looked into his brothers eyes, holding onto the cliff only with his help.

He knew what the plan was, after all, he was the one who thought of it. But did he have to sacrifice his brother, his only brother?

He wanted power, he wanted to be king, he wanted…everything Mufasa had. But did it have to happen like this. He knew the answer, as much as he didn't like it. He could make excuses, he could stall, he could try and think of other plans, but it would end the same. His heart felt a twinge, a feeling he was not used to. But then the darkness took over again, and he leaned down to whisper in his brothers ear, "Long live the king." And he threw him off. But as he turned to leave, a tear sparkled in his eye, and he whispered, "Sorry, brother."