Kovu exhaled slowly, but he sounded hurt. The words his mother and Mufasa had said were echoing in his mind, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop thinking about their stern voices, their roared commands. He hadn't even done anything!

He found it hard to think of words to say. They believed him, great. But what about everyone else? And now that everyone knew what he'd been raised to do...how could he face any of them?