WENDLA:

It was utterly crippling - the way a body could just collapse in on itself. A feeling so overwhelming she couldn’t even manage to put a single finger on it. Salt scarring porcelain cheeks as her fingers entrapped themselves underneath her knee caps. Body shaking and pulling her into the complete submission of mutism. Head shaking as eyes drowned and choked through tears.

If she had only known….

A whimper collapsed her lungs as they strangled out a haunting refrain:

[It will always be my fault! I am guilty!]

She had always had a soft spot for Wendla Bergman. Perhaps it was the girl’s easy acceptance of her and her looks or it was her fragility yet spirited countenance that made her such a foil to Nessa. Elphie was not a maternal individual but for a few people this natural rule could be broken.

She had learned to sign for the girl and had tried to protect her as much as possible. Yet this had occurred and there was nothing she could do. She could only watch her almost-sister be destroyed. And it killed her. Like a physical pain in her body.

Elphaba wraps her sharp, bony arms over the girl’s soft form and tries to pull her close.

[No! That is ridiculous and you know it! Wendla he did this to you not the other way around!]