He lightly laughed to that. Smart ass. Nothing in particular it seemed. Well then, if a story was what ne wished, a story was what ne was going to get. The question was where to begin. Aion wasn't the type to go blabbing about himself left and right to someone he's previously known and briefly at that. Only information that was essential was ever shared even amongst his closest comrades back home. And even if he did know the previous Hatter, he had to be certain that they still held the same ideals at the least.

"All right. Then let's begin with this." He pushed off to slowly circle the table as he gestured with one hand. "This City is no different than an enormous bird cage, don't you think, Hatter? Clipped of our wings, we were stuffed here to mingle with others alike from different parts of the world. Ah, universe in this case. The owners dangle a piece of cracker before us in exchange for pure entertainment. When told to squawk, it's only the matter of whether we willingly deliver or have it be wrung out of us."

The sinner's eyes returned to the jester's as a smirk pulled at his lips. "I come from a similar society, you see. However, I've bitten a finger or two off of mine. Rattled the cage! Only then was true freedom attained." He softly sighed and gave a shrug. "But, unfortunately as long as the world keeps making cages and hunters will hunt, such struggle will never cease." Aion stopped before Hatter, facing nem. "I intend to fix that."