Tanga smiled. "Of course I will," he said softly, before turning to Simba, noticing that he did look exceptionally nervous...almost scared. What was he about to say that could make such a look appear on his muzzle.
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Simba shuffled nervously, sitting down. "Before...you asked my why I did not come back to Pride Rock, even after all this time. I said I just needed to live my own life, but that wasn't entirely true. I...I left because I was going to get thrown out of the pride anyway. There was no chance of me staying...not after what I'd done." At this point, he head dropped, and he stared at his paws, hating what he was about to admit. "I...it was an accident Nala, I swear, but...Mufasa...he's dead...he's dead because of me. It was an accident, but it's still all my fault."
He suddenly rambled, feeling the need to explain everything before Nala could say or do anything. "That's why I ran away...that's why I never came back. I know I'll never be welcome back a Pride Rock ever again. That's why I said it's better with Scar as king...no-one is going to want a king who killed his own father."