The vendors, yeah. Don't exactly paint a picture of a trustworthy sort, the way they look. He might not have the steadfastly terrified knee-jerk reaction he used to have to masked men, thanks to Zacharie, but the vendors give off a whole different, worse vibe entirely. Doesn't help, knowing what it is they do.

Doesn't need any more eviscerating of memories from his skull, thanks.

"It was these dreams." The thought alone tightens his spine, tenses the line of his shoulders. "Of, like...an alternate Wonderland. Alternate us-es. Except we couldn't remember anything of home or, or anything. Like we'd always lived there."