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Secretly, Elphaba agreed; she did blame herself for the way Nessarose was born, all her life in fact. But she also knew that it wasn’t her fault at all. “I didn’t ask to be green, Nessa! I didn’t ask for a sister that would be put into a wheelchair! How many times do I have to say I’m sorry for the way that you were born? For all we know, it could have been Mother’s fault I was born green, but we don’t know for definite! But what we do know, is that it’s Father’s you were born the way you were! If he hadn’t given Mother those flowers you wouldn’t be the way you are!“ She knew that was going to set her sister off, but, honestly, she didn’t care.

❝—- if you hadn’t been born father would have nothing to worry about ! ❞ nessarose could feel the burning tears of frustration brimming at her eyes, && she cursed their presence. she’d regret those words once she had calmed, though it may take a while for that to happen. wishing her sister out of existence… she had never gone that far, no matter how many arguments they had endured. it only showed how much of an effect power could have on a bitter heart.