I don't own Fire Emblem: Awakening or The Lion King 2: Simba's Pride. Lyrics are used from the song One of Us with a few changes to fit the story. Enjoy! :)
Bold - Grima
One of Us
Tears ran down his face as he fled from Ylisste as the harsh words played repeatedly in his head.
"Deception!"
"Disgrace!"
"Traitor!"
Many eyes held hate and rage in them. Eyes that belong to his comrades… His friends.
"For shame! An outrage!"
"He asked for trouble the moment he came!"
He could see their faces: Vaike, Henry, Maribelle, Gauis, Ricken—the worst were those of Sumia… Frederick… Lissa… Their faces held betrayed. He apologized many times, even blamed himself for what happened—he tried to stop it—but Grima—
He clenched his right hand, the appendage that had the mark, made him kill—he could see the lighting bolt piercing his best friend.
"Evil as plain as the mark on his hand!"
"Traitor! Go back with your own!"
You see, they have feared you all this time; played along with the naïve Exalt who found you.
He shook his head at the inner voice. It's not true! He became friends with them, proved them that he was on their side time and time again.
Hahaha—you were born in grief and raised in hate before you lost your memory. You're helpless to defy your fate! Become one with me and together we shall destroy those who dare stop us!
"No! Nonononono! I won't! I won't kill my friends!"
What friends are they when they already cast you out!
Grima threw more memories of the Shepherds' hateful words at him and he clutched his head in pain.
"Outsider! He's not one of us!"
"He has never been one of us!"
"He's not part of us—not our kind!
"I knew what he would do what's done! I have should been more careful—he'll never be of us again!"
"We're not blind anymore! Traitor!"
"He is not one of us!"
Traitor. Outsider. Not our kind. Not one of us.
They will not forget what they cannot forgive. They will hunt you down like prey and make your death a slow torture. You know my words are true.
And he did—what chance did he have to go back? It'll be death for him, but perhaps that would be best, what he deserved.
He came upon the field where he was found three years ago, and his life started with Chrom and the Shepherds. Many memories flooded his mind, many happy and sad moments. But one that stuck was of the blue-haired prince, his smile and words a comfort to him.
"You're one of us now."
But he was gone—killed by his own hand and the people he once called friends instantly turned against him.
"You're not one of us!"
"Not one of you… Fine. Then you shall burn."
And he resigned, letting grief consume him. Grima laughed as he took over Robin's body and soul and began the conquest of destroying the world.