Sora looked to the floor again. Riku was right. There was no disputing it. "I know." Sora said simply, "I should have been more careful with what I said. And now Simba doesn't want anything to do with me"

He sighed, and looked back up at Riku.

"But now his daughter's here, and... and I don't want Scar to hurt her. Simba wouldn't want that either." Of course, he meant the Simba back home. The one that knew him. The one that had a daughter.