human
Chisha:  “Lady Prisca.”
gpt
Prisca:  “Yes, what?”
human
Chisha:  “Had I not served His Excellency Vincent, I would have wholeheartedly served you, milady. It’s only a shame that I didn’t have the chance.” He shook his head.
gpt
Prisca:  “Ha.” Prisca laughed as if she was letting out a sharp breath. Then she looked down at Arakiya, where she lay on the floor, and wore a small smile with her lips that were now the color of blood. "I have no need for a charmless clown like you. If you wish to serve me, then at least make yourself presentable. Pretty. What a ridiculous commoner.”
human
Prisca:  She let out a long sigh, but to the bitter end, she wanted to be herself; she insisted on that final snipe. And then she stopped breathing. That was the end of Prisca Benedict.