human
Prisca:  "Prisca Benedict—that is my name." So she’d said arrogantly back when they had first met at that garden party. Prisca had been five years old at the time; it had been her first garden party.
gpt
Lamia:  Lamia Godwin had understood instinctively—this girl was destined to be her lifelong archenemy. "Oh? I’m Lamia Godwin, your oh-so-sweet elder sister." She’d forced herself to smile, but Prisca had the same instinct.
human
Lamia:  "" The only reason Lamia hadn’t strangled Prisca to death then and there was because Vincent was watching like a hawk. He was an intelligent young man; the tension between the two hadn’t escaped him. Lamia had sent assassins after Prisca on a fairly regular basis after that, but she’d always known it would be little more than a nuisance to her sister.
gpt
Lamia:  "Say, Bartroi, my dear brother… Why can’t all us siblings just celebrate our father’s birthday together in peace?"
human
Bartroi:  "Oh, Lamia… The same question pains me, too. But it’s simply not possible for us."
gpt
Lamia:  "Not possible for us to get along? That’s… That’s so sad…" ""
human
Bartroi:  Bartroi said nothing.
gpt
Lamia:  "Yes… You’re right. It’s just like you say, Lamia. If only we siblings could go without hurting one another…" She played the part of the innocent little sister to the hilt, and Bartroi swallowed it hook, line and sinker.