"He seemed very scared when I mentioned Sarabi." Through all of this, Scar's voice had hardly changed. He was not unprepared for this encounter, not in the least. He knew since Mufasa had arrived in the city that they would eventually meet, and thanks the the Heartless, his brother no longer had the upper hand.

"And I couldn't have been certain how she would have reacted to the news of your death. So I told your son to leave the Pride Lands." Suddenly, the placating tone had turned into one hard as steel. Scar new the words would cut deep, and if anything would incite his brother to attack him, that was it. But if Mufasa leaped into action, he would find himself contending to with far more than just his little brother.