'So you won't give us the book?' Dorothy's disappointment was palpable. Elphaba folded her arms stubbornly. 'You had a wasted journey.'
'We came all the way here and then nothing?' Dorothy could cry.
'That's not my problem' said the witch softly. 'I never promised you anything.'
'The wizard said I could get the book and then he'd get me home!'
'It is not up to the wizard to make decisions for other people; he can't promise what he can't deliver or promise something that isn't his. It is up to me to decide to give you the book and for the reasons I have outlined, I won't be doing so. I won't be responsible for the havoc he'll wreak upon this world.'
'What about my world?' Tears were falling onto the stone floor as Dorothy gave into her emotion. 'What if I never see Kansas again? Dear old Kansas!' Toto jumped up into her arms and licked her tears away. Elphaba's lip curled disdainfully but said nothing. She waited. The lion came and wrapped his arms around Dorothy in solace. 'If it's any consolation, if he didn't mean to send you back home, then he never meant to give what he promised us either.'
'Then we can go.' The tin man stood up and walked to the door. 'There is nothing to keep us here.'
'Don't you care about who will do what?' Elphaba couldn't help asking him curiously. 'No thoughts as to what would happen if you changed the course of history with one inadvertent action?'
He looked at her blankly. 'No.'
She could see that he didn't know of these things and didn't care. He would work for whoever would give him the most. A simple attitude. She shook her head at this. Almost as bad as a non- talking animal.