human
Priscilla:  "Tragically, perhaps, but it was only what she deserved for her inability to leaven the anxieties of her followers. The one before you now is… Hmph. What was it again?” The girl tilted her head in curiosity.
gpt
Old woman:  The old woman closed her eyes, and after a beat, she answered. “Priscilla.”
human
Priscilla:  “Yes, that’s it.” The girl nodded slowly and closed the fan with a snap. Her older sister always used to tuck it away amid her cleavage—and the girl couldn’t do that, but perhaps in the near future, she might become able to. For she was alive. And as long as one was alive, there was a future. In which case…
gpt
Priscilla:  “That means we can continue. After all…” She looked up at the sky. Hovering in the almost disgustingly blue heavens, the sun burned so bright, it nearly seemed scarlet. She reached out a hand as if to grasp it, and she could still feel the warmth of the Bright Sword against her palm. Comforted by the heat, the girl—Priscilla—smiled and said: “…the world bends itself to suit me.”