Ghent's bitterness faded and he was left with an odd feeling of guilt. Up until now, he'd come to the conclusion that his father hadn't cared enough to come or even search for him.
	"So...he didn't just dump me off with you two." The taller of the two was humbled into silence, his gaze lowering towards the ground as Elayra spoke about the people who had died, and the people who remained. Hatter wasn't the only one Ghent had misjudged. Elayra had been misjudged as well.
	"That's rough...I'm sorry," he apologized, feeling sympathy towards her. With a fuller explanation regarding the reality behind Wonderland's downfall, Ghent could see the bigger picture. He'd gotten off easy: he got to grow up with two parents, Elayra lost hers. Elayra had been trapped in a world so nightmarish that he could barely envision such a place to be real. 
	After a long, heavy pause, he sighed in defeat and lifted his head to resume eye contact. "Alright...we can forget about the twenty-four hours."
	In his heart, Ghent knew that going home wasn't possible. If he had a target on his back, he couldn't risk his parents being caught in the crossfire. The longer the trio remained in the city, the more the world was put at risk. There was no choice left, he had to go. 
	"My mind's made up...I'll come with you. I owe you guys that much." Ghent didn't believe himself a hero, but he could not turn a blind eye to what he'd learned. Aside from the risks involved in staying, he felt obligated to help. Wonderland was a part of him, and they were desperate enough to need him. Things must have been [i]really[/i] bad.