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“This isn’t putting him down. It’s a compliment to you. And just stating a fact. He’s not going to find better than you.”

“Then, thank you.” He bit down on his lip to try to stop his smile, but failed. “We’re not, like, a thing, ‘s just a crush.”

“That’s how it starts, isn’t it? One day he’s just looking cute in those pants and the next you’re picking out china patterns.”

The other Dinah, with the sword and stony face did look the part. Dinah could admit that much. But there were too many others that deserved the spot more. Who wouldn’t want an outsider to take the privilege. Alice, at least, had defied the Queen once before. “Even if what you say is true,” Dinah started, already filled with the sinking feeling that every word rang with truth. “That every choice makes some new universe, I don’t know if I can accept it.” That if she’d just tried, if she’d just made a different choice she could have helped. She could have been better. It was less that she wasn’t capable and more that she failed to live up to her own potential. It stung. “How many times did it happen? How many times did some me actually step up and do something?”

“And just how much will this pretty little hat cost me?”

“Not a penny. The hat itself is free. However… I would like your company while I make it, if you don’t mind.”

“Just my company? Is that an offer you make to all the pretty ones or have I done something special?”

“They explained that much when I got here,” she said. Rather, it had been weeks after, when she’d calmed and adjusted but that was here nor there. “But they only told me there was the two worlds. Underland and where Alice and I are from.” 

“Now to explain Universes.” The pictures both simultaneously zoomed in towards one of the worlds and there suddenly stood two different Dinahs. One was, as Dinah looked now, the other was a wild looking woman in scarred leather armor. “Each event that you have experienced, shaped you. Each decision that you made effected your part to play in the war. As did hers. This is The Dynaa I knew. Now. You say that you are ‘A Dinah’ and not ‘The Dinah’. This is partially true. Your title would be The Companion. In every Universe where the events of Underland led to this war, The Companion always finds their way there, just as The Dormouse, The Hatter, The March Hare, The Cheshire Cat, and The Alice all appear in one form or another. It is very much like a chess board and in every Universe the game is played with only one move made differently than the board of the Universe next to it. Would you like to know why some form of you must always be there?”

“I don’t un-” She stopped herself, both from speaking and from the hand she pushed out toward the water’s surface. Dinah sighed hotly, retracting to fist at her shirt. “Our lives aren’t a game. Her life- Lives are not things to be played with.” She tore her eyes away from the her that wasn’t for a moment, staring at the woman beside her. “Is why I’m there are part of this game? Important to it?” She asked, tone ludicrous. “You call me Companion, but I’m a pet. I’m not part of any game.”

“Sounds nice, actually. I can’t resist anything ‘pretty’.”

“Then I know what I’ll make you! A nice little sunhat, I think, with a light blue ribbon. Very pretty.”

“And just how much will this pretty little hat cost me?”

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  I’m just getting out of the drug world myself