Piccolo looked up at her, his breathing growing more and more labored. Still he managed a smile and reached up to give her a pat on the head, ruffling her hair.

"D-don't worry about me kid... I'll be- ugh!"

He lurches forward again in a coughing fit. Mentally cursing his own weakness, he untucked Elphaba's book from his sash and handed it to Mamimi.

"Listen kid, I made a promise to someone... to get that for them... could you bring it to her? Her name is Elphaba..."

Piccolo begins to sway, and it's not long before he topples over. He rolls onto his back and look up at Mamimi with a smile.

"You know... last time I died people celebrated... no one mourned... but now... thanks Mamimi... Keep up with your training... alright?"