Hatter.
"This is utterly ridiculous," I sighed as Alice popped the shiny disc into the machine. She turned and gave me a look, then came back and curled up beside me on our couch.
"Well, you wanted to find out how my world has represented yours. So you are."
"Yes, but," I cringed a bit as the film started; the colors were almost too much for me. "Your world..."
"You couldn't honestly expect it to be just like your Wonderland, could you?" She looked up at me and took my cup, placing it on the table. "Like you said, we've turned it into a kids' story."
I bristle a little bit, but don't say another word on the matter. This one isn't as bad as that Tony Birdman's film, I supposed. At least it got the Queen of Hearts right.
She really always has been a total cow, hasn't she?
Hatter.
I couldn't wrap my head around her thinking process. I put my neck on the chopping block more than once for her, got my ass kicked about every 20 minutes or so for her, and yet she not only didn't trust me, but she left with that prick, Jack Heart.
I had almost kissed her, I'd been so close. Part of me wanted to scream when she left, but I simply untied Charlie and set off after her on Gwen. I wasn't going to trust him as easily as she had. He was a Heart, he was his bloody mother's son. And he was royalty, and in my experience, they can never be trusted. Charlie would never agree with me, which is why I didn't mention my reasons for following her when he caught up to me. We went back to the old throne room, his request of course, and I found myself growing increasingly more tense. This place was a monument to why you shouldn't trust royalty. The Red King had trusted that he wouldn't be attacked, because of his rank. And because he probably thought he had some sort of alliance with the Hearts. You can't trust any of them. That in mind, I got Charlie off his rusted arse and went off to find Alice again.