Simba was suddenly sad again like he once was years ago. He had brought up the great kings of the past subject and his friends didn't believe they were real for sure. He really missed his dad. He knew it was all his fault that Mufasa had died. If he hadn't roared after all, he would've maybe been alive for now.
He didn't know what to do. He looked into the sky, remembering all the times he once had with his father when he was a cub.
Dad, we're pals, right?
Right.
And we'll always be together, right?
But what about that shadowy place?
That's beyond our borders, you must never go there, Simba.
But I thought a king can do whatever he wants.
Oh, there's more than being a king, than getting on your way all the time.
There's more?
Simba….
Dad, I…
You deliberately disobeyed me!
Dad, I'm sorry.
Let's go home.
Simba, I'm very disappointed in you.
I know.
You could've been killed, you deliberately disobeyed me! And what's worst, you put Nala in danger!
I was just trying to be brave like you.
I'm only brave when I have to be. Simba, being brave doesn't mean to go looking for trouble.
But you're not scared of anything.
I was today.
You were?
Yes. I thought I might lose you.
Oh, I guess even kings can get scared, huh?
You promised!
Okay, okay, I'm up, up.
Yeah!
And this shall all be mine?
Everything.
Everything the light touches….
But dad, don't we eat the antelope?
Yes, Simba, but let me explain. When we die, our bodies become grass and the antelope eats the grass. And so, we are all connected in the great circle of life.
Simba sighed and got up, leaving his friends there alone. He walked to a edge and looked up into the sky. He missed those times he was a cub and his dad was alive. He then collapsed to the ground. He didn't know what to do about it anymore. He was lost without his father.