"I'm sorry, but you seem to be forgetting one thing. I'm an empath. My father is pretty much the Professor Xavier of empaths (no matter what the Frost sisters might claim about Cordelia). I can feel what those around me are feeling." She smiled thinly. "And if I need to? I can sway their emotions about me. I've done it before, after all." And she was tempted to do so to Alisa in an attempt to humiliate her, but Brooke was all too aware that Rachel wouldn't stand for it.

"My becoming Queen is me living for me. It's what I want, what I've been groomed for my entire life. And when I'm there, sitting on my throne, it'll be with the comfort of knowing that status is actually everything. Why else do we worship celebrities, political figures, and other people in power? Why else were the Greek tragedies about people who had important stations in life? You can talk up your pitiful existence all you want, but you were also part of the club once. And unlike the acts that you accuse me of one day having to commit, you actually were someone's whore. That's how desperate you were for power. Remember, Alisa, point one finger at me, and three more are pointing back at you."