Even as she said the words, she wasn't so sure she believed them. Too many times before she'd proven that she was anything but good. She put people in harm's way. She inflicted fates worse than death on people. In some instances, she even killed them. There had been a few times while here in Lawrence where she teetered on the edge of losing her mind and falling back into the role of wicked witch. But her friends had always managed to pull her back from the brink.
The sudden appearance of the man startled her. Elphaba's head snapped around and she eyed him for a moment, trying to gauge if he was a danger to her or not. She couldn't be too careful. Elphaba wasn't aware that she was dreaming, and she knew the Gale Force was everywhere, looking for her. But it didn't take long for her to discern that the man was alone, and didn't appear to be a threat to her. His body language was too calm. "Yes, I'm certain of that." She said, though she was trying to convince herself of it. Even though in her heart, she really didn't feel like she was good. During her time in Lawrence, she had done good and helped people, but she'd never quite recovered from the events in Oz. She still felt wicked, even when she pretended she wasn't.
It was so easy to pretend. Especially around Galinda. Elphaba did tend to get caught up in the fact Galinda was from a time before she lost her sanity, before she did bad things. It came so easy to her to pretend, to play a part, but she couldn't escape from her past forever. It always came back to haunt her at night. If she was awake during the Witching Hour, she felt the ghosts of Oz come back to her. And when she slept, they haunted her dreams.
"So, who are you? You're obviously not with the Gale Force." The green-skinned witch was naturally curious, and she was going to try her hardest to get off the subject he seemed keen to discuss. Whether she was good or not wasn't something she wanted to discuss with a stranger, and she would like to know if she should expect to be arrested at any second. Not that he'd tell her if he was there to take her back to the Wizard in chains, but it never hurt to try. She wasn't defenseless, she could cast a spell if need be, but she'd rather it not come to that. But this time, Fiyero wasn't there to save her. She was alone, and while she wouldn't admit it, she was so very afraid. The one thing she hated more than being the scapegoat was being alone. It scared her to her core to be alone. That was why she hated the dead of night when no one else was awake. That was why she clung to Galinda, Caroline and Elena so tightly. She didn't want to end up like the Wicked Witch of the West from that movie that she so abhorred. That witch had ended up alone and dead in the end. Elphaba longed for a different fate. She longed for love, even though the one she loved now didn't love her back.