Oh, you lied to me to hide your own transgressions because of your own fear! My whole life, I sought the approval I was denied by the man I thought was my father. You turned me into the weakling he hated! Look at me! You rant, and you rage about the monster I've become, but you, mother, you are the author of everything I am.
I will systematically destroy everything they hold dear. I've already taken the wolves from Niklaus and made them my own. It is time now to focus on the prodigal son Marcel and his small nest of vampires across the river. Now that we have cleansed the quarter of his kind, perhaps it's time to turn our attention to the outskirts of our beautiful home. We will take their pride, their joy, their love. We will lay it all to ruin, and when they are at their lowest point, in their deepest despair, they will have no choice but to beg me to release them from their pain, and because I love them, I will.
This is a city of death. Fires, floods, to say nothing of the violence we do to each other. We may laissez les bon temps rouler, but really we've turned life into one big party to distract ourselves from a single unavoidable truth: we're all going to die.
I was half your age the first time my father gave me the staff. I would have torn every muscle rather than let him see me strain, and had I He would have corrected me.
[to Elijha] Fate does not dictate my heart, Elijah. I was fated to throw myself on a pyre after my husband died in battle, but I did not. I chose to live, and I chose to give my heart once more to someone strong, protective, fierce, and yet noble and gentle. I choose you, Elijah.
[to Cami] I have fought through more pain than anyone living or dead, but once I feed, I shall be restored. Not on you. You, my dear, are leverage. Once I threaten to dismember you in front of him, Klaus will hesitate, and in that moment of weakness, I shall end him.
[to Elijah] I told you to clean yourself up, that if you were clean, no one would know what you are or what you'd done. And you did exactly that, and more. You created a place in your mind to put your victims. You began to believe that as long as your suit was immaculate and your hands clean, you could look in the mirror and tell yourself it's all okay. No one need know what's behind that red door. But a thousand years is a long time, Elijah. And a place meant to hold one unforgivable sin is now full to bursting with your most monstrous deeds.
You think having people makes you strong? It proves how weak you are. Come find me when you don't have fools, women, and children fighting your battles.
I know you want to help, Hayley, but you can't. My mother is wretched. She will target you in order to thwart me, and I can't very well save Elijah if I'm busy saving you, can I?