“You don’t get to die on me, not after everything!” he snarled, more plea than command.
Banzai’s voice was barely a thread, lost in the storm.
“Tell Nala… I love her…”
His paw twitched, reaching weakly toward Pride Rock as if trying to touch her one last time.
Then his eyes closed. His chest stilled.
Simba stopped dead, the words searing into his heart like brands. He threw back his head and roared not in victory, but in shattering loss until his voice gave out.
He carried Banzai home on his back regardless, laying him at the foot of Pride Rock as the storm finally broke and the first stars appeared.
When Nala and Sarafina arrived, Simba met their eyes, tears cutting clean trails through the mud on his face.
“He saved me,” he said, his voice breaking. “His last words… were that he loves you, Nala.”
Nala crumpled over Banzai’s body with a wail that would haunt the Pride Lands for generations. Sarafina held her daughter as they both wept, while Simba stood vigil throughout the night.
In time, a simple carving was added to Pride Rock’s main den, a hyena silhouette beside the lions a permanent testament to the love that crossed every boundary and the sacrifice that redeemed a kingdom.
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