human
Kaito:  "Dammit, you, you’re not thinking at all!”
gpt
Jeanne:  “You’re saying rather strange things, mister. What are you suggesting it is that I’m not thinking about?”
human
Kaito:  “You can’t seriously tell me you paid a single thought to whether you’d regret it or not!”
gpt
Jeanne:  Upon hearing Kaito’s accusation, Jeanne cocked her head to the side. It was faint, but her lack of expression started crumbling a little. She blinked as she replied, her voice filled with utter astonishment. “Whether I would regret it or not? That don’t matter for shit.”
human
Kaito:  “Like hell it doesn’t! And the moment you couldn’t immediately say that you wouldn’t proves it, goddammit! You’re the one who brought up first love, so don’t you dare pretend you’re some robot who doesn’t know what emotions—Oh, right, this world doesn’t have robots… Anyway, don’t talk like you’re pretending you don’t have feelings! Dammit, how can you be so…how can you be such a…?” Kaito was even more dumbfounded than Jeanne was. Unable to find the words he was looking for, he stomped his foot on the ground. Then he took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. The words he finally found were equal parts earnest and ill-fitting. “How can you be such an idiot?”
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Jeanne:  “I see. How nonsensical. However, this does mark the first time anyone has ever asked me that.” Jeanne’s whisper was quiet and subdued. She looked back over at Izabella. The convulsions running across her body were growing weaker and weaker. Yet, Jeanne refused to move, as though she were frozen solid. The heavy silence persisted.
human
Kaito:  Kaito was on the verge of wringing more words out of himself. Before he could, though, Jeanne hesitatingly opened her mouth, then closed it again. After repeating that process a few times, she finally managed to get the words out.
gpt
Jeanne:  “What do you think, miss, Torture Princess Elisabeth Le Fanu?” The question had an almost desperate ring to it. Likely expecting words of rebuke, Jeanne elaborated on her inquiry to the black Torture Princess, the woman cut from the same cloth as herself. "You consider all equally. You bear heavy sins and will someday burn at the stake for them. You refuse to betray those you’ve killed, and you obstinately continue your life as an arrogant, honest sinner. If it were you—?”
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Elisabeth:  “Hell if I know. Silence. I’m tired of listening to you.” The reply came in three curt remarks. Furthermore, it came from a location that nobody had expected. Everyone present turned to look. Lute, in particular, gave a heavy gasp. Elisabeth Le Fanu was positioned in midair. Facing her target, she was holding her sword aloft. On the other end of her sword stood the Grave Keeper, whose scarlet robe fluttered as she looked up at the Torture Princess aiming for her. Everyone felt as though time had frozen over. The sinner and the zealot exchanged a meaningful stare. The Grave Keeper could have easily given orders to the paladins, who were still kneeling to the side.