[Hatter frowned and thought it over, blinking owlishly himself, either at her or indeed himself.] Maybe destination. Iris said not to come, but I want to. If I went there she might be be okay with it after that. [He kicked the ground sheepishly. He didn't listen much to her concerns; he was a Hatter, what did he have to fear other than the queen?] And I wander, I like wandering, haven't been able to, left and I became a man stained with red. A lot of red. [He was glad to be away from Jude, forever probably.]