gpt
Crusch:  "We had someone on the inside. We made contact with that maid during the two months we were watching for the slaver. I believed we had to do more than just watch if we wanted things to work out in our favor." As they stared at the smoldering remains of the Argyle mansion, Crusch explained to Ferris what had happened in his absence. She gazed at the debris. "When I was poisoned, I started to worry that her cooperation with us might have been a sham. But she did away with any doubts when she snuck away from our two criminals to unlock my manacles in the basement.”
human
Ferris:  “Why would she go out of her way to get involved?"
gpt
Ferris:  "It seems so dangerous…”
human
Crusch:  “During our investigation, I started to have questions about the slave trader who was visiting the house. I would have liked to take him alive—that’s my fault. Personally, I think he may have been an agent of the Volakia Empire… But I’m sure if we asked them about it, they would play innocent.”
gpt
Crusch:  Crusch seemed to have a good grasp of the players involved in this plot.
human
Ferris:  “I…I just got in the way, didn’t I? I overstepped myself, in a lot of ways…”
gpt
Crusch:  “…If we focus on the hypothetical, our lives will be nothing but regrets. Perhaps without you, I would be dead underground by now. If you and His Highness hadn’t come, I might not be standing here safe.”
human
Ferris:  “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”
gpt
Crusch:  “It’s true, I am. But regretting your actions on the basis of what might have been is worse. It can only exhaust you.”
human
Crusch:  “You were worried about me, and with no concern for your own safety you came back to a place you had tried to avoid your entire life. When I heard that, locked up in that underground room, I cursed my own incompetence. But I was also…happy.” While Ferris stared disconsolately at the ashes, Crusch crossed her arms and spoke firmly.
gpt
Ferris:  “Happy, Lady Crusch?”
human
Crusch:  “It must have been extremely painful for you to come back here. What was done to you in your youth hardly bears speaking of. I couldn’t blame you for being unable to think about it or unwilling to approach.