Harper's gaze snapped to the figure before her, her heart racing as she took in the familiar and yet distorted form of the Jabberwocky. Years of training had taught her to be wary of any potential threat, but there was something about the person before her that seemed different - haunted, almost.

"What…" her voice was barely more than a whisper, her eyes scanning the other for any sign of danger.

The Jabberwocky seemed almost as shocked as Harper, their eyes widening slightly in recognition. They took a step towards her, their movements hesitant, as if they were unsure of their own actions.

"Harper..." The Jabberwocky's voice was gravelly, rough from disuse and something else - a hint of guilt and regret that they failed to hide.

Harper's heart clenched at the familiar voice, her mind suddenly flooded with thoughts of a past she had tried so desperately to put behind her. The Jabberwocky had been more than just an enemy - they had been a friend, a comrade.

"Is it really you?" she asked, her voice betraying the hope she tried to suppress.

"It's me, Harper."

The Jabberwocky took another step forward, closing the distance between them. They looked different from how she remembered - older, more haunted, as if their time with the Mad Hatter had etched into their very soul.

Harper studied their face, searching for any hint of the person she had once known. The Jabberwocky's eyes held a pain that they tried to conceal, a depth of suffering that only came from living a life without respite. She stepped back, her mind torn between the desire to hug them, the instinct to fight them.

The Jabberwocky watched as Harper backed away, their expression flickering with hurt before it was quickly masked by a neutral facade. They knew they couldn't expect her to immediately forgive and forget the things they had done under the Mad Hatter's influence.