breakmychest | VIII - voice - locked to Elphaba;

"Madame Morrible, an agent of the Wizard's. She worked very hard to revoke the rights of Animals that they had built up over the years, and even had Doctor Dillamond's throat slit when he was researching the difference between animals, Animals, and humans."

"Right. And what is the difference, again?"

"An animal is a simple creature that can't speak and can't think on a higher level. An Animal is a creature who can speak and has higher brain functions. A human is a creature who can speak, though the higher brain functions are debatable." The last part was a joke, despite her deadpan tone.

"So, uh, basically this Morrible bird was opposed to talking animals?" He couldn't hear the difference between animal and Animal, but he figured there was one from her point of view.

"Correct. She had her tiktok man, Grommetik, slit one of my professor's throat over the matter."

"Oh, bugger." Spike rolled his eyes, tilting his head back. "Bloody figures." He looked back up at her. "It's all politics, innit? Might be a bloody children's book in my world, but where you're from, it's all racism and horror and people killing each other over differences in belief. At least I knew killing who I killed wouldn't change anything."

"That pretty much sums it up."

"Brilliant. That mucks everything up, doesn't it? Morrible sounds bad, killing someone who opposes her, but then again, you did that too."

"I killed a killer. She killed an innocent Goat. I was right. She was wrong. It was very different."

Spike shrugged. "She's still a person. Maybe not innocent, but it's still a life, and you ended it."

"A life that's sole purpose was to bring pain and misery to Oz. I don't regret it."

Spike shook his head. "Things are never that simple, love. It'd be nice if they were, but that's the thing about humans. They're complicated. And they change all the bloody time."

"There was no changing her. She was a monster."

"A monster," Spike repeated. Then his features shifted. His eyes turned yellow and his forehead wrinkled while his teeth came out into fangs. "Like me, you mean?"

She gritted her teeth and bit back her startled reaction. "No. Not like you. Or maybe like you, I don't know, but you know I'd hardly be the type to call someone a monster based on physical conditions."

Spike shrugged. "It's what I am. And a few years back there are those who'd have said I couldn't change. Hell, I might have said it. And yet." He spread his arms and let his features melt back to human. "Here I am."

"Perhaps. It's hard to say, but her reign had to end. So did the Wizard's. Tell me, in the book, how did the Wizard's fate end? I know it might not be what really happened, but it would be nice to know, since he was revealed to be a fraud, you said?"

"To Dorothy and her friends. He left Oz in a hot air balloon and the Scarecrow took charge. Then a girl called Ozma took over later."

"Ozma? Well, I suppose in a fairy story she would come back. It sounds like a good ending, though."

"No, that was in the sequels." Spike paused. "Not that I read those." Well, maybe a few. "You've heard of her?"

"Of course I've heard of her. Ozma Tippetarius. She was to be the ruler of Oz, but she went missing. I think the Wizard had her killed to get her out of the way of his own reign."

"Think things would be better under her?"

"They wouldn't be worse. And...things were better before the Wizard came, so I'd assume that if things were returned to how they should be, that the good things we had could be brought back."

"And how long ago did the Wizard come?"

"He came twice. Once when...before I was born. The second time when I was only a child, he came in a balloon and was instantly hailed as a wizard."

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