gpt
Miklotov:  “—But we cannot sit around looking sad forever.” Miklotov was the first to cut through the thick atmosphere. The old sage looked each of the downcast nobles in the face, trying to rouse them.
human
Someone:  “…That’s right. This isn’t the time. His Departed Majesty would be sorry to see us this way.”
gpt
Someone:  There was a chorus of agreement. The sentiment spread, and Crusch found she had no choice but to look up and force herself to smile.
human
Crusch:  She pictured his smiling face, remembered how he had always tried to look on the bright side. "The royal bloodline has ended. We have lost our pact with the dragon."