There was a time, perhaps not so long ago, when his heart was yet blackened and innocence still remained. When he was looked upon in love and not disgust. When those who muttered his name did so with a smile. When he was good.

I beg of you, do not scoff at his defense. For those who do, has one ever told you his true story? Of how he went from a beautiful and beloved cub into the monster you pretend to understand so well? No one will ever know his true story, for none lived it.

I did.

I watched him grow into a worthy prince, every bit as worthy as his brother. I watched him bear his own father's displeasure with strength on his small shoulders. I watched him fall in love, and I was there as he healed from heartache. And yes, I was even there the day everything we knew of him fell apart, the day he ceased being my Taka and became Scar.

And you say you know his story.

My name is Uru, and for those of you who know, I am the mother of the infamous Scar. But I am also one of the only ones who remembers him for what he was, who he was. Even now, in death, I look upon his last years in immeasurable grief; I loved both of my cubs equally, but Taka was mine in a way his brother never could be. And so, in his never-ending suffering, he shut off his heart from the love he once knew, and turned into something I could never have anticipated. I wish I could go back to the fateful day of his birth, for simple words would have, perhaps, changed his life entirely…

But that is the past. And as I have come to understand, one cannot change the past.

You may only relive it.