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2nd Roar [Voice/Action] More like a Whimper

[Ever since his arrival to Luceti Simba has been plagued with occasional nightmares. However, lately they've been getting worse and more frequent. In House 45, some whimpering and moaning can be heard from where Simba usually sleeps on the floor. His legs twitch as if he's running in his dreams, and eventually wakes up screaming.]

NOOOOOOOO!

[He looks around in a panic, ears plastered against his head as he pants. Eventually he realizes where he has and starts to calm down. Using a paw to brush some tears away, his eyes then fall on his nearby journal. Needing someone to talk to, he pulls it over and opens it up. It's really early in the morning at this point and he's not sure if anyone will be awake but... he'll try anyway. He stammers a bit as he talks to the book.]

Is anyone there?

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But... it wasn't just a dream.

...What has happened, little one?

I did something. Something terrible.

And now you dream of it?

...Do you want to say what it is? I don't mind if you wouldn't, but your voice sound as if regret is plaguing you.

Y-yeah.

[There's a pause as he thinks about it and is a bit overwhelmed. Putting a paw over his face, he sobs quietly.]

Dad. I'm sorry.

[Dad. Father. A father and regret. That is something Souji knows all too painfully well. He listens to the person on the other side sob quietly for a moment and then gets up from his seat, the chair creaking as he moves. He puts a note on the desk of the Welcome Center, grabs a cloak to go over his kimono and sets out. On the way he talks to the poor child again.]

I'm sure he knows you regret what happened.

Where are you? It isn't right to be alone when such scary dreams come back.

[Simba doesn't sound so sure of that.]

But it's my fault. It's my fault that he's... gone.

[He shakes his head, as if willing to make the memories go away... and oh a question.]

Um... House... 45? I think?

[45. 45. ...yes, that is close. He picks up the pace and jogs as best he can toward the house.]

Why do you say it's your fault?

[Well if he's coming here, Simba decides he should probably wait for him outside. He doesn't want to wake up Pinkie or Dash. So he sneaks out, carrying his journal and waits on the front lawn. Thus it takes a couple minutes for him to reply.]

The wildebeest. If it wasn't for me, he'd still be alive.

[he is about to answer, but he's rounding the bend to the house and sees a little...cat? No, that is way too big to be a cat.

...that's a...big. cat. Yeah, he doesn't know what Simba is because lions do not exist in Japan.

Whatever he is though, the main thing is that he's scared and upset and as Souji draws closer, he smiles as reassuringly as he can before he kneels down, closing his book upon his lap.]

It is easy to blame ourselves when we have no one else to blame, but that is a road that will never end, little one.

[Yep, he's one big feline. And he's just going to get bigger too. He's already over half a year old now, and growing every day.

Simba looks up, hearing and smelling the human before he sees him. When he kneels down, Simba closes his journal and just stares at it.]

But I am to blame. Even he said so. If it wasn't for me, dad would still be alive.

Who said so?

[because wow, that is the worst thing to tell a kid ever. even a kid that will eventually grow up capable of taking down gazelle.]

[Simba rubs his nose with a paw and shivers a little before replying. It's cold out here.]

Uncle Scar.

[oh, he's shivering. poor thing. Souji moves the book out of his lap and takes the cloak from his shoulders, setting it over simba. If he ever hears a guy named Scar showing up, he is going to punch him in the face. 8(]

Tell me what happened. Some people only look for others to blame, even if there is no one really at fault.

[Simba again looks up at the Souji as he puts his cloak around him. He's never had clothing on him before but it feels... warmer. It takes the edge off at least. He smiles a little in appreciation before lowering his gaze again. The story... is difficult for him to tell, but he tries to anyway.

So Simba tells him his point of view of what happened during the stampede. Of how he thinks his roar started it and how his died tried to save him. Then seeing his father fall to his death. After which his uncle told him that it was his fault, and to run away. Which he did.]

[It's worse than he thought, but he can see something in there that will be difficult for the little lion to come to terms with.

Maybe it was him who started it, but his father?]

He loved you. That much is obvious.

[Souji reaches out and tries to pet Simba's head reassuringly.]

If he had to die to make sure you lived, I'm sure any father would do it a hundred times over.

[Despite his efforts to be tough, Souji's words cause a few tears to roll down Simba's face. He uses a paw to wipe them away as his head is patted. Normally he might groan over that, but for now it's okay.]

You think so? ... I still miss him.

[It seems a bit odd to wipe away a lion's tears, but he does so, smiling at Simba as best he can.]

I do think so. I think he would rather it have been him, than you that fell in that terrible place.

[He puts a finger under Simba's chin, trying to raise his face a little.]

You'll likely always miss him, and always feel this hurt, little one. Nothing much can take that from you. But missing him and honouring his memory by living well is the greatest joy you, as his son and treasure, can give him as your father.

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[He's met so many kind humans here, and this guy is definitely one of them. Simba stares up at Souji his eyes widening a little.]

Really? I... I want to do that.

[Sniffling a little, Simba then turns his eyes up towards the stars. This isn't his home, and the stars look different but... maybe his dad is still up there?]

If you want it, then you can make it happen.

[He lets go and looks up to where Simba is looking. The stars? Is there something significant about them?

He looks back down and studies Simba's expression for awhile and notices something like yearning. Sadness? Loneliness? ...Hope?]

He will watch over you, wherever you are, and likely be proud of you, whatever you do.

[Perhaps that's the right answer.]

Yeah... he promised.

[Simba believed that what his dad said was true, or at least he wanted to believe it. He then looks over at Souji.]

But how do I do that? Especially in a place like this?

What would you have done at home?

[Simba looks down at his paws now, ears flattened.]

I... dunno. I ran away from home. Last thing I remember I was in the desert. The hyenas told me that if I ever came back, they'd kill me.

[Souji doesn't know what a hyena is, but whatever they are, he doesn't like them already. He reaches out and pets Simba's head gently.]

The place doesn't matter then. It's what you do that matters. To honour your father, live well, be proud, and-- [he tries to lift Simba's chin again] --never be ashamed of who you are.

[Simba blinks at Souji then turns his gaze away.]

I guess I'll try.

[He then manages a little smile.]

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