Elizabeth saw the others interacting, and held a private scorn towards them. They were all simpletons, who resorted to pack behavior and chanted platitudes to each other. Their emotions were without any purpose or direction, and even then they were without any passion. Nonetheless, while she could hold in contempt their utter meagerness of ability and personality, she could not bring herself to hate them. Hopefully, they had greater potential hidden within, which they had not yet released to the blind eye. Elizabeth hoped so, as she continued to eat her cereal, but she was certain that in all things, she was supreme.