One of Us
Elphaba's POV
As I flew off into the west, I could almost hear Nessa accusing me of not being one of them—a Thropp—not anymore—not now that I was the Wicked Witch of the West. I knew Father and Nessa would only see the disgrace I'd brought on them.
Deception. Disgrace. It was as plain as the scare on his face. Deception. An outrage. Disgrace. For shame. He was more trouble the moment he came.
I didn't care—I couldn't care.
Deception. An outrage. Disgrace. He don't know the outsiders are his type. For shame. See ya later, agitator. Deception. An outrage. Disgrace. For shame. He oughta go back with you. See ya later, agitator. He was more trouble the moment he came.
They'd let me win this round—but that was it.
Borne him free—lessen him. Wealth is to the mightiest king. Let him run. Let him win. But do not forget what we cannot forgive. And he is not one of us. He has never been one of us. He is not one of us, not at all. Someone once lied to us. Now we're not so kind. For we knew he would do what he's done and we know that we'll never be one. So he is not one of us.
I could never be one of them—I knew that now—I was Elphaba—just Elphaba—or the Witch or the Wicked Witch or the Witch of the West or the Wicked Witch of the West—but never Elphaba Thropp—she longer meant anything—the name Elphaba Thropp itself even ceased to have any meaning for me.
Deception. Disgrace. Deception. Disgrace. Deception.
The End