"Awww, dat's so cute!" Alisa continued to smile. "Let me tell you sumt'ing, chere. What you want, bein' Queen. It ain' worth it. You'll climb over a pile o' bodies to get dat status. An' when you do, who's left to enjoy your reign? You destroyed so many people to get in dat throne, so many innocent lives... all for a silly title an' lousy chair in some Club."

"An' while you are all alone on dat t'rone, who will protect you from t'ose who wish to pull you down? T'ose who will poison your drink an' spit in your food. People will only be your friend for de status, for what you can do for dem. You'd be no better den some whore in de end... givin' people what dey want an' for so lil' in return."

Alisa gave a small smirk, her prosthetic blade tapping on the ground for a moment before she spoke again.

"Me? I'd rather live like de common folk, wit'out all dem headaches an' heartaches. I'd rather live for me an' not some legacy. So fine, see me as a piece o' dust, see me as inferior. But while you are sittin' in dat club, unsure o' who your true enemies an' allies are... I'll be havin' fun an' livin' my life on my own terms, wit' real friends. Shame it took me losin' my leg an' nearly gettin' killed in my apartment to realize all o' dis."