Simba turned as the black lion returned, his red eyes shining in the gloom. "Oh, would you just leave me alone?" he growled irritably. "So you were telling the truth, good for you." He cringed as the lion laughed at him. "Would you just leave me alone? I've already told you I'm not going back, and with Nala, well...the way she is, I've got nothing to go back for anyway. Your task is done, you can stop following me now."
The scene Simba had witnessed had left his sour mood even worse, and right now all he wanted was a minute to cool off and fume silently, before he turned to Nala and confronted her one last time. She had lied to him and cheated him, and now he was never going to go back to the Pridelands...never going to suffer the shame of returning to a pride that would just consider him a murderer.
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Tanga sighed as Nala explained her situation. "Seems like you're going through a lot," he finally said, laying down beside Nala, giving her easier access to his mane as he rested his head on his paws, looking sideways at her. "I don't know a lot about love, so I can't help you with this lion...but why did he run off? If he's the king, isn't his first responsibility to his pride...why would he just cast all that aside?"