If I could describe this feeling...
Liir lingered at the door, and said, "The Lion wants courage, the Tin Man a heart, and the Scarecrow brains. Dorothy wants to go home. What do you want?"
"A little peace and quiet" said the witch.
"No, really."
She couldn't say forgiveness, not to Liir. She started to say "a soldier," to make fun of his mooning affections over the guys in uniform. But realizing - even as she said it - that he would be hurt, she caught herself halfway, and in the end what came out of her mouth surprised them both.
She said, "A soul-"
He blinked at her.
"And you?" she said in a quieter voice. "What do you want Liir, if the Wizard could give you anything?"
"A father," he answered.
"A little peace and quiet" said the witch.
"No, really."
She couldn't say forgiveness, not to Liir. She started to say "a soldier," to make fun of his mooning affections over the guys in uniform. But realizing - even as she said it - that he would be hurt, she caught herself halfway, and in the end what came out of her mouth surprised them both.
She said, "A soul-"
He blinked at her.
"And you?" she said in a quieter voice. "What do you want Liir, if the Wizard could give you anything?"
"A father," he answered.