"What must be said?" Elphie asked him, near tears.
"Sarima will not know the truth until she is with me again. That I can guarantee. But Liir mut know someday, whether you tell him or not. He must know who his family is. Believe that, and believe that I will always love you."
"I will too, Fiyero."
"It is time for this boy to lose all memory and forget this ever happened. I knew it would be only for a short time that I could be part of him."
"What will happen to him?"
"I don't know. He may live or die. Whatever happens, I want you to help him. Can you do that?"
"Yes. Goodbye, my love."
"Goodbye." And with a last smile, the boy named Yuro fell to the ground, dead at a young age from the strain of what had happened to him.
Elphie made sure he was given as proper a funeral as she could give him. He was buried behind the castle, for, though he never knew it, it had been his other half's home, long ago.
Elphaba knew what had happened was for the best, so she could be rid of her grief. But it never left her.