human
Miles:  “I’m impressed we were able to come so far in replicating the effects.” Miles gave a happy shrug as he watched the corpse wander around, a revolting scent drifting from it. A dark smile came over his face. He felt no distaste for the walking body. The dead were a familiar sight to him. It was simply that those who were usually asleep had now awoken.
gpt
Miles:  “Awfully intimidating name for such a useful power. Such fine workers the dead make. I can’t believe we’ve forgotten this ability.”
human
Miles:  “Normal people wouldn’t think to put the dead to manual labor.”
gpt
Bean:  “Ah, master, welcome back.”
human
Bean:  “I long ago lost the good sense to be concerned about such things, anyway. And how is our little princess doing in her underground room?”
gpt
Bean:  “Still defiant. The ones who are born to nobility really are a different breed.”
human
Bean:  “Fine. That makes it all the better when I finally break her. You haven’t…done anything to her, have you?”
gpt
Bean:  “I have no interest in such things. She’s only bait, to bring my son here.” The question hadn’t really been necessary, but Bean answered it dispassionately just the same.
human
Bean:  “How do things look outside?”
gpt
Miles:  “Oh, very busy. Her Ladyship’s vaunted soldiers seem to be quite beside themselves at the sight of our undead fighters. I suppose it would be less human not to be scared by those rotting faces.”