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“What do you want from the Wizard?” Dorothy asked, turning to face Fiyero.
To free the Animals and let Elphaba and me go. To let us be free. But he knew that was impossible, and telling her would simply put the girl in unnecessary danger.
“I suppose I could ask him for a brain,” He lied, slipping back into his brainless facade.
“Well, I want to go home,” Dorothy said, “That’s what I’ll ask for.”
“That’s a good request,” Fiyero said. It was a good request. He too wanted to go home, he wanted to go to Elphaba— his home.