“I—” Kion’s head felt like it started to spin. Now, at this very moment, everything he’s done was hitting him at once. his actions, the words he’s said, the friends he’s hurt. He felt absolutely awful about it all. But did this mean he was evil?? No! He’s not evil! Or... what if he was?? He didn’t want to believe it. Beshte doesn’t think so— but, what if he’s just saying that? Are those just empty words to not make him feel bad for himself?? Did this mean Bunga was right? That SCAR was right? About him turning evil? Did this mean Fuli was right?? That he was no different from Scar? Thought after thought stacked upon one another in his head, racing back and forth, his brain arguing at itself, word after word overlapping one another. ‘At least I wasn’t the one who had the guard turn against their leader.’ Those words from him and Fuli’s arguement came back to him, clawing him in the face. It wasn’t anyone else’s fault that his friends turned their backs on him. It was his own. ‘Sisi Ni Sawa, Kion.’ he heard Scar’s voice echo in his head over and over and over and over and over and over until he realized. He WAS just like him. Suddenly, without any thought, he just... ran. Ran off without any idea as to where he was going. He needed to clear his head. Somewhere to think. To reflect. Somewhere where he couldn’t hurt anybody. “Wait, Kion! Come back!” Beshte called after the Lion, but, as soon as he finished those words. Kion was gone. “Don’t worry, Beshte. He’ll be back.” Fuli said, reassuringly to the hippo. “But, between you and me... I hope he doesn’t bother.”