The White rabbit had wanted to pretend that the world of this was the world that never happened, he frowned looking away from her, his little white ear twitching in frustration. To say the maiden name of his mother, would confirm his terrible life before Wonderland happened. To him, the life in Wonderland was the only one that mattered.<br/>"I do not like talking about her, why is it so important? And..will it really make you happy knowing that? If  so why?"<br/>As she asked to draw him, a look of pure happiness  spread of his face. To be drawn by her, was the most wonderful thing that could ever hapen to him in his mind.<br/>"There is nothing else in the world I would like more than to be drawn by you. I am the one who is supposed to be making you happy, yet  when  something is important to you, I hesitate. But if you knew the life I had before Wonderland you would understand. My mother hated me, and was often cruel to me. I rather think of the Queen as  my mother than her. Even with the Queen's habits, she seems  better than my mother was to me."<br/>His mother must of been awful, though...what  the Queen  did she didn't do to him.