Alice Grew Up. So Did Wonderland.

"Are you?" Alice asks miserably. She shakes her head. "It -- it was d-different with me, she was o-outside. . . ." She stiffens her spine. She does owe him her advice. It's the absolute least she can do. "Don't ever let him tell you that you're the bad one. Don't ever let him get the best of you." She thinks for a moment. "I was going through Wonderland through mental portals at the time -- perhaps if you tried dreaming an arena to fight him in? And weapons to defeat him?"