"you will bow to whomever sits on the throne.
you will bow down to me."
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> Black Panther
IN which Zahara , the youngest child of King T'Chaka and Queen Ramonda, finds herself in the middle of T'Challa and Kil...
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Zahara "I wasn't insulting you, I was making an observation"
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Shuri "Don't scare me like that, colonizer!"
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T'Challa "I never yielded! And as you can see...I am not dead!"
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Queen Ramonda "What has happened to Wakanda?"
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M'Baku "I'm kidding. We're vegetarians"
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Erik "Killmonger" "Nah, I'm your king now"
Why are we loyal?
Look me in the eyes, and tell me... why are we that inclined to remain loyal?
Your whole being burns for rebellion, for temptation, for freedom. And yet, here we are, standing in front of each other, the weight of loyalty pressuring us, choking us into clashing arms, minds; against our will.
Against our will..
Why must we remain loyal?
Loyalty.
But loyalty was also my downfall. The worst that I have never experienced.
The beginning of my end.
"We were both created in chaos, you were both born to destroy."
Some people are forged to be relegated to the sidelines.
Some people are born to stay in the shadows.
Some people will see the light of day as a poisoned gift. For the sun, in the mercilessness of its rays, strips them naked. They realize that without their shadow, they hardly exist.
Beyond her shadow, her flesh, her blood, Zahara had nothing but her loyalty.
Cursed loyalty. Praised loyalty. Dreaded loyalty. Loyalty was a double-edged sword.
Everyone around her seemed to be comfortable with their place, their status, their shadow, and their light. But she wanted more.
