Scar looked down at his young nephew snuggled into his dark mane, ever so content sleeping in his arms.
He could not help but notice the pure, naive innocence that the cub possessed.
Simba truly loved him.
That knowledge, if but for a moment, was able to melt the coldness and hatred that Scar held for him.
And he smiled
Thought that maybe even Simba's young charm could work on his uncle sometimes^-^
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