Lake Rodney silence

i just...don't want to hurt anybody. i helped them make their — my? — home but...i don't think i ever really fit in there.

fury had been kind, but she was clearly cut from the cloth of a warrior. arashi had been so...militaristic, aloof. far from what nala would call a friend. adlartok had been kind enough, but once more clearly cut for harsher things.

nala was a bard.

a bard who had lost the music some time ago and seemingly only found it on this side of the mountain.

there's a woman here — well, near here, she stumbled on her words now. she makes me very happy and her world is very different from mine where i don't fit in.