the stars become us

Alice, 20, New Zealand. I'm a university student studying English Literature.

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Charlie: [to Alice] I was 10 once. I was 10 when the armies came. One of three squires to the real White Knight. My job was the carry the great lance. And when it mattered, when I was needed most, I… lost my nerve and… I ran. I hid for three days and when I came out everyone was dead. Even the innocent Red King up there on his throne. At first, I’d wished I’d died with them but after a while, uh, a deeper feeling took over. I…I wanted a second chance. I…I wanted to avenge them. So I stole the White Knight’s armour, his name, his courage and I waited for the right time. When you showed up, I knew the right time had finally arrived.

Bulls-eye.

Alice: Where’d you get the army, Charlie?

Charlie: Keep your head, man!

Charlie talks to the skeleton of the Red King.

Jack: Where’s the ring, Alice?
Alice: It’s where it belongs.
Jack: Well, well [goes towards the throne]
Charlie: Uh! Under my very nose.

Charlie: I know what you’re thinking but I wasn’t really asleep. I simply let my soul lift up out of it’s mortal shell to stand sentry on a higher plain.
Hatter: Where’s Alice.

Hatter: Charlie!