❝. . . Forget it.❞

She huffed, the vampire placing a small blue box beside the flailing oddity-.

-- there right in front of her breathing...

The hatter was completely unaware of what the "corpses" Alice's dream self left behind nor what happened to them after the fact.

-- died, I watched her funeral and her burial. So I ask again, what are you?❞

She wanted to find a difference, to prove this wasn't the girl she knew... she was effectively grasping at straws but she did not care.

She needed some kind of answer, some kind of understanding as to why she was --

-- next she spoke, her fangs were on display rather than being hidden like she usually strived to keep.

❝Looks like Alice, the name of Alice, and has the scent of her not to mention wonderland but you can't be her. After I left that land I destroyed, I lived with Alice. I was with her when she --

Fingers would curl and her grasp on her outfit became tighter after hearing that answer. A moment of quiet ensued before she tightened her grip, but her glare and hold did not cease, she kept her pinned against the broken wall.

Her glare became more intense and her lips formed a frown. The --

❝You sure you're not the white rabbit or a descendant with a case of amnesia?❞

She does not like nor dislike her at the moment so her solution? Treat her like that.

❝By flailing about?❞

She's crossing her arms. Bit of a cold stare shot toward her.

❝What are you even doing?❞

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