He stared at his mother's gravestone in remorse and wonder. Is it him who should really lead the tribe? He sure didn't think so. Confidence was lacking for him in this subject and he couldn't imagine leading the Zora's to do anything.
"Mother, why did you force this on me?" He asked the gravestone, but knew it wouldn't matter. His whole life was leading up to this moment when his mother would pass down the throne. However, he wished it didn't have to be so soon. That his mother didn't have to die so soon and in this way.
Inside, he knew that he should be there now, at Zora's domain, and almost felt his mother beside him, giving a gentle tug on his arm to try and get him to go. It was her wish for him to do so and he only wanted to please her final wish. Why wasn't he leaving then? His eyes closed more as he stayed kneeling, despite the numbness in his legs, for he knew what was stopping him. After hearing the others saying those things about him, worrying about him, he did feel a need to face it. A need to stare it in the eye and show his courage. The need to show everyone he could do what was set down infront of him. All he wanted to do was to be able to help, but despite all this that he wished to do...
He just couldn't address it right now.