Kovu stopped. The same things kept getting said to him, over and over like a broken record. What was he going to say? He's Zira's son? He's Scar's heir? How many people would have to tell him those things had nothing to do with who he was? Mufasa had said it every time they spoke. Priere and Urd had just spelled it out right there for him to see. Kiara had known that from the very day they met, even before he thought anything different. Why was this so hard?
"Thanks," was all he said, after falling silent for a few moments. He'd said before he wanted nothing to do with his mother, or with Scar. So why did he still act like they were controlling his life?
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Kovu stopped. The same things kept getting said to him, over and over like a broken record. What was he going to say? He's Zira's son? He's Scar's heir? How many people would have to tell him those things had nothing to do with who he was? Mufasa had said it every time they spoke. Priere and Urd had just spelled it out right there for him to see. Kiara had known that from the very day they met, even before he thought anything different. Why was this so hard?
"Thanks," was all he said, after falling silent for a few moments. He'd said before he wanted nothing to do with his mother, or with Scar. So why did he still act like they were controlling his life?