I don't want to talk.

It must hurt, musn't it?

I don't want to talk.

I can't say I understand. But I just want you to know...

I don't want to talk. Not if it makes you feel bad. You don't deserve to.

And you don't deserve to go through this. Not alone, at least.

It doesn't matter. The past is in the past. It's over now, isn't it?

It can be over, but I don't think it should end this way.

But it ended fairly, didn't it? We've played all our cards, the both of us, and you've held the ace.

It must hurt, I'm sure.

Yes, it does. But you've won fairly. And that's the way life goes.

It shouldn't end this way.

I'm sorry. I know I'm making you feel bad, being so dismal.

It's not your fault. Maybe - I'll be honest here - maybe she doesn't love you, but she certainly admires you.

She fears me.

Yet she talks to me of you day and night, and I told her that it shouldn't end this way, and that's why I'm here.

I see.

I am sorry too. I certainly didn't show you any compassion - I shunned you, saw you as a freak...

And you still do, don't you?

No. I see you as a person, with emotions and everything. I'm sorry I ever treated you that way.

Apology accepted. And I won't apoplogize for almost taking your life, though I'm, glad I hadn't.

That's alright. You see, Erik, now that we're friends, I've decided to make you my new project...

You... really don't have to do that.

I know. That's what makes me so nice!

Author's Note: And Erik will now proceed to share a similar experience to Elphaba. Skip to 2:38 and I didn't record this.