Friends
"Elphaba, you've been so strong throughout all of this. Aren't you tired of being the strong one?"
The Wizard handed her back her broom. He seemed weary, but eager to talk.
"Wouldn't you like someone to take care of you? Please—can't we start again?"
Elphaba sighed. If only it were that easy.
"Don't you think I wish I could? That I could go back to the time when I thought you were wonderful? The Wonderful Wizard of Oz!"
The Wizard sighed heavily, extending his hand to her…in a gesture of…friendship?
The Wizard of Oz and the Wicked Witch of the West…was it possible that they could become friends?
It was possible.
But it didn't happen.