I am the scum of Oz. Or I think I am.
Funny, I've always tried to make Glinda happy, and now I've hurt her more than I ever have. I broke her heart. I'm not proud of that, not at all. I don't care about the Wizard or Morrible or Oz or my parents or what anyone thinks of me.
I just didn't want to hurt Glinda. And I did.
I don't know what to think of myself. When it came to hurting someone or makeing myself happy, I chose myself. I selfishly made myself happy.
Yup, I really am the scum of Oz. No question asked.
But was it so wrong to make me happy? Was it wrong to do something for myself? Where is the line? Would it have been better to tell Glinda I was in love with her and I was was happy? Would it have better to lie to her for the rest of my life? Would it have been better to see Elphaba alone and hunted?
I don't know the answer. I just know I love Elphaba... she-she's sitting there quietly. I can see that she's thinking hard about something. She gets a little line in her forehead when she's worried. I can hardly believe she and I are going to...
I think I love her. I should have decided before I left, but now I know. I do, I do love her. I want to be the one to protect her. Let her save Oz. Let me save her. Let her be the Animals' hero. Let me be hers.
When I look at her, I think I did the right thing. I feel better, I love her. I think of Glinda and I think I'm scum.
I don't know what I'm doing.