"I can't.." "Simba please.. I'm begging you.." "..Okay. Fine. I.. killed my father." "W-what?" "I killed him Nala.. when my uncle took me to the gorge and wait near a rock for my father's surprise.. He told me to practice my roar as well. I practiced my roar. And I.. caused the stampede that killed him.. I didn't know what to do.. he told me to run away and never return.." Nala sighed, in realization. "Simba. Scar told us that you were dead.. why would he do that if he KNEW you were alive?" Simba's eyes widened. "What are you thinking Nala?" Her eyebrows furrowed. "Simba, don't you get it? Your uncle made you believe you murdered your father and started the stampede in the first place!" Simba had tears in his crimson irises. "No.. it's not true. NO!" Simba ran into the bowels of the jungle. Refusing to believe what Nala told him. It couldn't be true.. couldn't it? No. His uncle would have never done such a thing.
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