Sorrow. In T'Challa's mind, there was only sorrow. Though T'Challa, a top student himself, had never been all that devout in his faith toward Bast the Panther God—after all, Bast the Panther God was merely Wakanda's primitive belief, niche and not especially remarkable in terms of miracles—
Even so, the former T'Challa had still held some reverence for Bast the Panther God, because after taking part in the Heart-Shaped Herb ritual, he had truly seen Bast the Panther God's existence, just as he did now.
Because of that, T'Challa knew that perhaps Bast the Panther God was not a useful god to all of Wakanda, but he had indeed given the Wakandan royal family a measure of extraordinary power.
And now, T'Challa saw another side of Bast the Panther God. If Bast the Panther God had not known what was happening in Wakanda, or if he had lacked the ability to save Wakanda, then so be it. But Bast the Panther God clearly had the ability, yet he had chosen to look on coldly, merely to make Wakanda submit again and make its faith pure once more—as if in Bast the Panther God's eyes, human lives were not worth mentioning at all!
"You have many thoughts in your heart..." Just as T'Challa's heart was filled with sorrow, Bast the Panther God's voice rang out, making T'Chaka's heart jump. If not for the fact that he was currently condensed under Bast the Panther God's power, his consciousness would already have scattered completely.
"Please forgive him, panther god!" In his panic, T'Chaka hurriedly continued to speak, pleading guilty on behalf of his son. "T'Challa is still young, after all. He died just like this, so naturally his thoughts are in turmoil. That is only human nature. Please, panther god, for the sake