Ice King's Pov
I know I've said something wrong. Simon won't shut up and I can't think clearly, but his is what I must do to get done what needs to be done. I need to save them. I've seen too many die.
Too many.
Cake just stares at me with contempt, "Why are you even here? Why should we listen to. Anything you say. In case you've forgotten, King of the Ice and Snow, you're the bad guy. Fionna's the hero, and your just standing n her way." She unsheathed her claws, "Explain to me why we should listen to you before I claw you to threads."
"Cake," Fionna rasped, "Please, just stop." She placed a hand on Cake's and the cat retracted her claws. Fionna looked up at me and gently placed her other hand on my cheek, looking deep into my eyes. "May I talk to Simon, sir?"
I stared at the girl for a moment before I lunged at her, hands glowing, grabbing the collar of her shirt. "Am I not good enough for you anymore? Why do you need him? What can he tell you that I cannot?"
She winced, but held my gaze, "Ice King, you are being irrational, and the longer we argue, the longer my children are out there alone, the longer the Lich King grows impatient of waiting. I must speak with Simon."
I sighed, closing my eyes to think whether this would even be possible. My soul has already attached to the crown, I thought to myself, what does she expect me to do, just step down and let him take the lead?
Yes.
I jumped slightly as Simon spoke up. Oh and you'd like that of course, I thought bitterly, you don't want me here anyway.
If I didn't know what I was getting in to I would yhave never picked the crown up in the first place.
I opened my eyes and stared into Fionna's eyes, as deep and knowing as the sea.
Fine.