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"Elphaba…how can you say you don't have a soul? Everyone does," Nessarose said.
"Well, if I have one, I want it out of my body."
"But why?" Nessa gasped.
Elphaba sighed.
"Because if I had a soul, Nessie…I'd be complete. I'd be fixed."
"You don't want to be complete?"
"No, I don't. Souls are for those that believe in such nonsense."
Nessarose became angry. How dare she insult her!
"Elphaba, if I had arms, I'd—"
Elphaba laughed.
"Tear me apart? That won't work; I'm already broken. The worst thing you could do to me is fix me."