human
Priscilla:  "The capital will do exactly as I said. The Nine Divine Generals will come—precisely how many fingers of the emperor’s hand fall upon you is up to him, but when the generals arrive, this little uprising will be quashed in a matter of moments.”
gpt
Narrator:  :Listen to you talk. How many people do you think we have here?”
human
Priscilla:  “It doesn’t matter. And you know it.”
gpt
:  “!”
human
Jorah:  “And yet you did this… Why?” Jorah asked, looking at the blanching sword slaves.
gpt
Gajeet:  Gajeet gave a listless sigh.
human
Priscilla:  “You curs may take one of two paths. You may continue to let that agitator lead you around by the nose and allow your lives to be snuffed out trying and failing to challenge the Nine Divine Generals. Or…”
gpt
:  “Yes? Or what?”
human
Priscilla:  “Or you may struggle against your destiny and win back your lives with your own hands.”
gpt
Priscilla:  “Try using those heads of yours, which have gone untested until now. Your destiny is your own,” Priscilla said, watching the men try to quicken wits they didn’t have, she could only shrug.
human
:  “High Countess Delacroix. Won’t you join me on the balcony?