••• “what makes you think I’d be honest with someone who doesn’t know the meaning of such a word?”

for once, she is not taunting him, despite the obvious advantage she has over him right now. the hatter has been incapacitated, now the only thing left to do is wait for master glen’s orders of what to do with him.

and so, charlotte sits outside the hatter’s cell, blade in hand. what were once the dungeons ‘neath the baskerville manor are now barely crumbling stonewalls and ancient chains. the hatter is displayed on the wall like a trophy, she takes delight in it as much as she can. even so, his words resonate in her ears - how can she tell him something she has no knowledge of? there are nothing but doubts left in her mind.

“sharing any tidbit of information with you is like shooting myself in the foot. It doesn’t matter if you’re to be killed soon,” she draws out the last couple words, tasting the bittersweetness in her tongue - killing you still won’t bring fang back.