Simba took a step back as the lion came into the moonlight, his pure black pelt and mane now clearly visible. As the lion explained what he wanted from him, Simba's face became grave. "I know I can't go back," he said slowly. "I know what I did, and that I can't change it...going back will just cause more problems."
But as the conversation shifted to this strange lion's parentage, and how he came here, Simba backed off defensively. "If it's really that important to you, I want tell her...you don't have to threaten me. And I'll ask her about everything later," he said, a cold edge coming into his voice as he remembered their argument. How could she possibly understand? he thought. She has no idea...and it's better if she never does.
"I do have everything I want here," he finally admitted. "Except...I know I can't go back...but I do miss everyone. Seeing Nala again has reminded me of everyone else...I just, I wish I could see mum again...just one last time, but..." he trailed off sadly, looking out to the east, where he knew the Pridelands lay. He could never go back, and he knew it...but he missed Sarabi terribly now. But you can't change the past... he reminded himself heavily.
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Tanga nodded softly. "Nala..." he repeated softly. "You have a nice name as well," he said shyly, looking up at her, taking in her appearance once more. He quickly shook his head, forcing his gaze away from her as he realised he was beginning to stare. No! he reminded himself. She's not Kulinda, stop thinking about her!
Trying to force the subject to move on, Tanga decided to speak up once more. "So...if you're not from around here, then where are you from? And why are you here?" he asked, trying to avoid looking at her. Nala looked so much like Kulinda it was actually rather scary, and he could not risk letting his old feelings for the dead lioness ruin what little social standing he had managed to get with Nala already. But it was hard...Nala was the only lioness he had met aside from Kulinda that had cared about how he felt, and did not tease him endlessly. If he let his feelings get ahead of him, he could kiss his short, worthless life goodbye.
He had loved Kulinda...as much as his shy nature would allow him to love a lioness, and Kulinda had loved him back. But Tanga kept forcing himself to remember that Nala was just another stranger, not a reincarnation of his dead love...seeing her as such would only cause tremendous problems. Besides, it's not there's anything to like about me anyway, he thought sharply, his face still grim as he waited for Nala to explain her presence.