human
Jeanne:  "I told you not to go, didn’t I?”
gpt
Izabella:  “Graaaaaaaaaah, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Jeanne received a low, terrified roar in reply. Her words didn’t seem to have reached Izabella.
human
Jeanne:  Jeanne’s rose eyes narrowed just a hair.
gpt
Izabella:  Izabella’s entire body undulated. Her flesh was rapidly expanding. Muscle fibers began wrapping around her still-exposed ribs. When they were finished, they’d formed sets of winglike, fleshy protrusions. Her body’s damage was forcibly being compensated for, but it was impossible to completely negate the wounds from the blows she’d received. Izabella drew back even farther. Even while she was retreating, her movements took on a frailer quality to them.
human
Jeanne:  Jeanne gazed expressionlessly at the veritable wounded animal before her. “…I told you.” Jeanne whispered, her voice sounding truly young.
gpt
Izabella:  “Gah, ah, ahhh, grahhhhhhhhhhhhh, gyah!” Izabella recklessly leaped at the giant only to be brushed away like a flea for her troubles. The arc she painted through the air on her way to the icy ground was almost comical. Bones and flesh writhed beneath her skin once more. However, her regeneration was growing more and more chaotic. Strange convulsions ran all across her body. Izabella managed to lift herself off the ground, enduring no small amount of pain as she did. She looked ready to leap again.
human
Jeanne:  “I think that’s enough, little lady. Just submit to your pitiful, tragic rest.” Jeanne spoke coolly, directing her words at Izabella’s trembling back.
gpt
Izabella:  “Gah, ah… Gaaaaaaaah!” Izabella let out a meaningless moan.
human
Jeanne:  Jeanne opened her mouth. Before she could say anything, though, she showed a rare moment of hesitation. After closing her mouth and opening it again, the whisper seemed to practically spill unbidden from her lips. “You are a leader, though perhaps only in name, no?”
gpt
Izabella:  When it did, Izabella stopped in her tracks. Her silver hair violently shook as she suddenly turned to look over her shoulder. When she did, she focused her blue and purple eyes on Jeanne, just as she had once before.
human
Jeanne:  “Ms.…Izabella?”
gpt
Kaito:  “Izabella…”
human
Hina:  "Izabella..." Kaito and Hina both reflexively called out her name.
gpt
Izabella:  She gave no reply. However, the light of reason had faintly made its way back into her eyes. It was fleeting, though, and ephemeral. She was on the verge of being ruled by nothing more than her base animalistic instincts of pain and starvation and the fear of death. Her face morphed unattractively back and forth. From senseless beast to human, from human to beast. Once her internal battle had finished, Izabella’s trembling legs set into motion. She sat down in place. Her silver hair gently sagged as she bowed her head and went motionless. It was as though she was asking that they cut off her head and be done with it.
human
Elisabeth:  “Impossible… How can this be? How can she retain her sanity even after being transfigured so?” Elisabeth’s voice was filled with disbelief. Her words echoed Kaito’s sentiments as well.
gpt
Jeanne:  Jeanne remained silent. Her rose eyes, though, opened wide in what could only be described as bafflement.