Marguerite could be bubbly and bright, but she also could be introspective. She held certain things close to her heart that only her brother could tell when something upset her. Had Percy seen it while he had been another man? She knew he had loved her in that time. He had told her as much when 'the Pimpernel' had told her to find her husband because the poor sop still loved her. Perhaps she should have seen it then. The slip in voice, the words spoken. But she'd been too anxious about Armand to notice.
As Elphaba explained the fickle nature of the Seal, all the actress could do was nod. She could be sent back at any time. Sent back to her death. Or Percy or Armand could show up. But if Percy showed up, would he know the truth or still hate her? No. She wasn't going to let herself hope. It would be too painful. Always looking to see if they showed up and then constantly disappointed.
"All right. Fickle in nature with no predictability."
It sounded like men she had serviced, the aristocrats with their lack of care for those beneath them. Well, that was just lovely. But if there was one thing that could be said about Marguerite, it was that she always found a way to survive. She never left anything to chance.
"Magic?"
Okay. Now she was incredulous. She had seen poor people, claiming to be magicians, trying to earn money, but it was always an act and slight of hand. Real magic? Well, there had been witch trials in the past but that didn't mean those burned at the stake had been witches. Just judged.
"Okay, I guess that is not so far from the realm of possibility if people show up here on a whim. But really? Magic?" At least she was too stunned by that particular comment to brood on the death of Percy and upcoming deaths of herself and Armand?